Random Rego Park and Corona –in Mostly Monochrome 11/6/25

Random Rego Park and Corona –in Mostly Monochrome 11/6/25

 I’m very much a restless soul. Much of that is inspired by the fact that home for me is very difficult and uneasy concept for me. Long story short — or maybe short story, long? — my father was a drunk. And by the time, I got into my teens and early 20s, things became insane at home. As I’ve learned in life, while there’s always joy and kindness, often heartache, cruelty and disaster are right around the corner. 

I’m lucky in this is regard: The apartment is rent stabilized. Mom and I can afford our rent. But there are times that frankly, I hate the four walls surrounding me. I’m reminded of something unpleasant, like my father’s drunken rampages, the clink of ice cubes on this one particular glass, something random — and man, I just want out. Sometimes as an old song says “home is where the hatred is.” Being out in the world, traveling and having adventures is where I need to be, man. 

This year has been a struggle, so not being able to do a lot has been frustrating. I needed to get out, to just be out, to be doing something. So there are days that I go on very long walks with my Canon R6 Mark II and music. If nothing inspires me, I have my mind thoughts and I’m moving; if something catches my eye, even better. It beats sitting around and getting increasingly angry about everything.