Runaway Train

Its been a long, long month. I am sick and tired of this financial crisis, my generation has seen four big ones already. 1998, World trade, Euro crisis and now the collapse of HBOS, Lehman and Merril Lynch. Banking, bah. Its a lost cause , and you're only at the top for a short breath before you tumble down with the rest of them. I am of course, bored of writing, talking, debating and following the subject.

Of course I have some financial operations still running , but I am glad that I am in this photojournalist gig. At least narcissists still exist and news still has to be made. People love being yesterday's news.

I'm moving into a new apartment with Matt in October. Its a beautiful place, spanking new bathroom, with a westerly view of the lake, just on the waterfront. I am hoping to say goodbye to the zipper blues for good. Its not fun being homeless, even if you're living in a chi-chi hotel, of which I have done for quite some time now.

This is me again trying to settle, and it feels a bit hackneyed because I though I'd be settling last year, with a normal job and groceries on Saturday. But who knows, perhaps this time it'll work out. I don't bloody know, and usually I know everything.

What is certain though.... when you've been roaming for years, you realize there is no point looking at the world's most beautiful sunset when you're alone.

Ok lah, I am very happy. Just look at me ! On top of Empire State building.



Pic of Matt in NYC