Flower vendor, Zagreb, Croatia, 1989.

Photo by Steve McCurry

 

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The Munsters, 1964

I've never been really great at being alone.
I like to think I could live alone, I fought for it at one point because my mother never lived alone and thought it taught you things you could not learn otherwise. But, I have found as I get older I don't really like even being alone very much. My imagination is far too overactive....

The building has creaked, audibly, much more regularly lately. It makes me paranoid about all the earthquake prep I've been too lazy to work on and I can't help picture myself trying to find a safe spot in this overfilled apartment with an anxious ancient cat while all the glass stuff hits the floor...    

"Well, I don't know, but I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down
Tired of myself, tired of this town."
~Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers