doomed: the diary of an hourly partner

i wish i was an artist.

i saw an amazing image this week. i was walking to the train after work. it was on monroe street, it was kind of quiet out, and it was late saturday afternoon. i could smell this really sweet smell. i look ahead of me and a girl is carrying a rose. i was amazed that it smelled so strongly that its scent was able to survive in this dirty city. and the image i had in my head was really beautiful, because it looked almost slow motion as i was watching it. just this shot over an anonymous girl's shoulder of this rose bobbing along. every once in a while it would duck below her shoulder and i couldn't see it, but i could always smell it. it was amazing how much i focused on that rose.

and the girl too. i don't really remember what she was wearing. i think her hair was short and brown, and i think she was wearing some kind of zip-up hoodie. i think. but i couldn't hear what she was saying or even saw who she was walking with.


anyway, i can't stop thinking about it. and how i wish i could capture the moment somehow. but to film it in slow motion wouldn't be that amazing. i mean, to me it would, because it would be like a recreation, but i wouldn't be able to capture the smell of rose in a city of stink. chicago smells like chocolate sometimes, but even that smell gets heavy and old.



kate

posted by kate @ 8:59 PM