trenton and david, brothers

Weeks pass, and I've become fond of our cinderblock walls. I enjoy the sounds of our neighbors and the birds that have made a nest near our kitchen window. I stand at the sink and wash our plastic silverware, my finger tips becoming raw and wrinkled in soapy water as I watch Japanese children on the swing set. I like the sound of their rollerblades clamoring over the rough sidewalk and the smell of a curry dinner from the apartment below us. I don't mind how small and bare it is. Perhaps I will hang some art or have Trenton build a shelf, but I don't mind how small and bare it is. We don't have a broom, so I wipe the floor with a wet rag and Clorox. It doesn't take very long.

“I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything.”  Sylvia Plath's journal

i woke up yesterday longing for the company of this good friend. it's been over a year since we parted ways and still he visits most of my dreams, barking and bounding through the new england backyard i miss so desperately. such a dignified scoundrel, such a lovable troublemaker. your best friend when he's curled up warm against your belly and your worst enemy when he's chewing your dirty laundry.

"I've always tried not to repeat myself. I mean, I've always tried to do things I wasn't sure I could do. If I knew I could do it, then I didn't see much point in doing it. You just do the same thing over and over again and pretty soon you're not an actor. You're just a kind of highly paid mannequin." James Baldwin

photographs by benny lam "to highlight the housing problem in hong kong".

 

we took these photos last fall when i discovered that trenton has a knack for climbing coconut trees. i love you.

Alt-J (∆) - Taro from David Dean Burkhart on Vimeo.

song and video.

the puppy from thanksgiving dinner.