Stephanie Karlik

Category: Streets

Wandering

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Strange wanderings

Leading to nowhere

Smoke in my eyes

Dried leaves

Blowing across the pavement

A charcoal-filled breeze wafts

Along this way

I am eternally yours

Passionately

Yours

Women

Trauma turned into confusion turned into insecurity turned into suffering turned into self-victimization turned into introspection turned into change turned into gratitude turned into self-forgiveness turned into strong intuition turned into assertiveness turned into empowerment turned into activism.

Women. Resilient as hell.

Teachers

The American taught me the Protestant work ethic, the rags to riches tale, ambition, and the appreciation of diversity.

The Spaniard taught me to siesta, to buy a baguette if broke, that beauty might mean bullying a bull for some, and the flamenco flair.

The Argentine taught me to dine, drink, and discuss with friends until sunrise, the art of Fernet and coke on porteno doorsteps, to tango and to let go.

The Taiwanese taught me to eat often and to eat passionately, where the ancestors’ ashes are scattered, and the way of the Buddha.

The Chinese taught me to read between the lines, to delve into the classics, and that Confucius neglected to mention the twenties in milestones of human development.

The Korean taught me to spice it up morning, afternoon, or night, to work tirelessly, and that some traditions are worth carrying on while some are worth ditching.

The Japanese taught me to gaman, self-sacrifice, appreciate each morsel, conserve, and thank my ancestors.

The Balinese taught me to adorn with fresh flowers, to baste with coconut milk, and to dance in trance.

Tango Mío

Tango mío

Tango tuyo

Tango suyo

Tango nuestro

Tango loco

Tango lento

Tango rápido

Tango romántico

Tango trágico

Tango en un círculo

Tango mágico

Tango nostálgico

Tango futuristico

Tango propio

Tango sucio

Tango limpio

Tango bueno

Tango malo

Tango poco

Tango mucho

Tango de los tangos

Tango

Tango

Tango

Sights and Sounds of New York City

I was back in New York.

Chillin’ on a bench in Central Park.

 

Eating baos at Eddie Huang’s Baohaus.

 

Playing sake drinking games with Giri-giri san and Champion Cuddler.

 

Sitting on the bus as New Yorkers refused to hold back their feelings on other boroughs.

 

Watching street dancers back at Central Park.

 

And in the end, I could only confirm what we already knew: no place does bagels, breaking, boroughs, and brutal honesty like New York City.