And now for some creative writing!
In response to a photograph prompt of graffiti in the Dequindre cut (which happens to be posted here as well):
Empty chairs. Empty hallways. Coming back to an empty house. I used to think I liked being alone- often, at the very least. I used to tell myself, "Maybe I don't need people like other people need people." It was like cold water in the face when I'd come back to a 7'x11' room. No lights. No smiles. Just a floor made for doing homework on and a bed six feet off the ground. Sophomore slump? Then I woke up and I could see color again and breathe deeply and smile for absolutely no reason. People do need people, and I'm one of those people.
Places need people too.
In response to one of Christine's Polaroids of Eastern Market:
When I look at the sky, I see a constant that spans more than just a person, a city, a country, all those identifications that may either combine or divide us, or both at the same time. It's important for me to see the commonalities in things rather than what divides. I feel like we're taught those things that divide us our whole lives.
I see bright blue sky, white clouds, and I see home. Only a man-made building or post to differentiate where, when. Only a man-made law or belief to differentiate who. Is community to finally realize that the things around us are not to be kept secret but shared? Should we start to share possessions and places like we share a blue sky?
Maybe sharing those things like we share a gray sky...
And in closing, a modest haiku to send us on our way:
Detroit Rock City
Urbanite for the cob bench
Makes people happy