January 13, 2020

5:35pm, Alley off of Hampden Avenue and Fawcett Street, Baltimore, MD

I wandered around for a bit before I settled on this alley. Something about the length/depth and light. Walking into frame feels boring. I fix my shirt before I enter this time. Following the crack in the sidewalk, I walk into the space. I start where the concrete crack/separation ends and it's more or less a solid slab. Someone has dumped a liquid out and it is starting to run down the alley toward my camera. The song I was listening to on repeat ceases to pulse through me and I attach myself to this trickling liquid. Thinking about moving more fluidly (no pun intended) and trying not to think. There's a fair amount of activity surrounding the alley. Unless I'm on a major road with high visibility, I am more or less at ease with being seen. Performing in public isn't necessarily about performing for the public. But you can't control what people look at or what they do. Fading light (in the background) and the trickle fades as well. It defines my path, my exit. Still quietly hoping for the feeling of doing/being profound. Perhaps I should let that go and just exist as my awkward, weirdo self. Day thirteen.