When I first moved into the city, I thought I might have to shoot myself in the face. It’s loud, people are rude, it’s smelly… I always wanted to live alone in the mountains. But soon I found myself starting to tolerate the city, then vaguely enjoying bits and pieces. Now, while I don’t love all of the city, I certainly love the East Village and feel that it is home. When I walk into its edges from another area I begin to feel my entire body unclench to an extent.
The East Village rocks for a great many reasons, one of which is the plethora of sights… bizarre sights. Therefore, in honor of the East Village in all its eccentric visual splendor, I will periodically post images from the East Village I’ve taken personally. The first? A warm message left on a city garbage container.