09/02/21
NEXT SUNRISE
We all know the feeling of return. A taste bringing us back to an exact place, a song moving us in strange ways, things reminding us of people we love or ones we thought we'd forgotten. Sometimes it feels like we're constantly passing through revolving doors of memories, immediately taking us to common ground or picking up exactly where we left off.
As comfortable and cozy as these familiar places might feel, nostalgia is short lived and the wind generated by moments rushing past transports us right back to the present reality. A complex place with no instructions; where getting by is crucial to our survival and planning for tomorrow gives us as much fuel and hope as the next sunrise.
On hiatus, the continuous work of carving proof of our existence got quieter, but not muted. Plans for the now and tomorrow revised, but not cancelled. And just like gardens go through seasons, we repeat our exit through several doors to bloom over and over again, anticipating our experiences will help the return to richer soil; a steady memory of Spring.
See you back on the streets!
Love, Nemuel
Visit the flower truck ︎︎︎
As comfortable and cozy as these familiar places might feel, nostalgia is short lived and the wind generated by moments rushing past transports us right back to the present reality. A complex place with no instructions; where getting by is crucial to our survival and planning for tomorrow gives us as much fuel and hope as the next sunrise.
On hiatus, the continuous work of carving proof of our existence got quieter, but not muted. Plans for the now and tomorrow revised, but not cancelled. And just like gardens go through seasons, we repeat our exit through several doors to bloom over and over again, anticipating our experiences will help the return to richer soil; a steady memory of Spring.
See you back on the streets!
Love, Nemuel
Visit the flower truck ︎︎︎