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Endless Winter

She knows all my secrets and she’s using them to wear me down, grind me into submission.

Story by Teo J. Babini- teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos by Icarus Blake
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Photo © Icarus Blake

This has, by far, been the most brutal New York winter I have experienced in a long while. Brick! The last couple have been so mild that by the time I got sick of the cold it was T-shirt weather in March. Now, I’m not saying I mind a real winter. I grew up with them. To me there is nothing more romantic than a snowy stroll and smoky cigarette over the holidays. You know what I mean, a fine coat, hot coffee, the smell of pine trees, etc. All you need is a good soundtrack.

 Photo ©  Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

The thing about this one is its persistence. I’ve been freezing my balls off for the whole thing, and I jus’ can’t seem to find any relief. It feels personal. This winter is a crazy girlfriend who won’t let me escape her wrath. She knows all my secrets and she’s using them to wear me down, grind me into submission. She’s clinging to me like skeletons in the closet.

 Photo ©  Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

To me, it seems as though this winter couldn’t have come at a more appropriate time. I’ve been stranded in the city for the longest amount of time in a while, everyone I know is suffering for various reasons and the whole world seems to be losing its collective, globalized mind. To top it all off is this damn cold, hopelessness incarnate, a ripe cherry indeed.

 Photo ©  Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

All we have left is daydreams of summer. As a crazy guinea I know once said: “If you’re gonna be broke and miserable, at least you could do it in the sun.” Summer is hope, it’s financial security, it’s doin’ what you love. Summer is eternal happiness, not worrying too much, time to breath… Summer is love, and it’s being devoured by everything that’s wrong.

 Photo ©  Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

The thing is no matter how cold it gets, no matter how much it rains, I’ll always think of summer, because one good day at the beach is worth a whole year of garbage. When I start to slip, it’s the very idea of summer that pulls me through. The idyllic vision of my future is set in the sun.

 Photo ©  Icarus Blake

Photo © Icarus Blake

So if you’re sick of winter, and the year has been as kind to you as it has to the rest of us, jus’ remember that it’s summer somewhere. Somewhere someone is wearing a Hawaiian shirt and drinkin’ a cold beer on a hot roof enjoying the breeze… Life is beautiful, it jus’ gets ugly sometimes when you actually try to live it. The best thing to do is just bask in those moments, when the music’s just right and the scenery and for an instant you forget everything because you’re experiencing a little taste of perfect, no matter how fleeting.

Live for those moments, because no matter how good or bad it gets, they still exist; you just have to be aware of them. And if you ask me, that’s reason enough.

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