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Day 32

Last day in Mallorca

this way of staying in motion is a steady pace of intense swells; short periods of normalcy bookended by drastic change. learning/growth/loss. 32 days is just enough time to begin to feel comfortable in this place, to get to know people on a first-name basis, to never be worried about getting lost when going out.

Palma reminded me quite a bit of Alaska; tourist-reliant island towns have a certain identity crisis when it comes to their nature. The tourism is a front to the locals, but without it, the local economy and culture would be so radically different that really what is ‘false’ has a fair claim to being true. In the end it seemed Palma—and Ibiza—were as much about the seasonal presence of foreigners as anything else. I guess that’s how it goes.

Still, there was a prevalent kindness to the people and a distinct appreciation for the beauty and presence of the island—and all that its people had to offer—that so often is used for a sales pitch but, in its honest core, is quite remarkable.

I’ll have more to say about Mallorca at a later date—in a more retrospective way, for this surely doesn’t do it any justice. It’s like saying the sky there is blue. It’s technically true, but there’s so much more than that.

06:00 / 18 May 2019
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Day 27

i wasn’t anywhere near downtown but i took a bus and walked through throngs of weekend tourists just to see the ocean… didn’t even get much closer than this. sometimes it’s just the witness of expanse that matters.

01:30 / 13 May 2019
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Day 26

hanging with Minet

tonight at dinner a woman joined us who seemed in her mid-late 40s… she spends her time as a volunteer for an NGO, rescuing refugees from lost or sinking boats in the Mediterranean.

the simple joy that the adoration of a foreign cat can bring … sometimes it’s because you feel that alone. other times it’s that the loneliness doesn’t feel like anything at all.

23:30 / 11 May 2019
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word on the street

ongoing studies of street art in Palma

21:00 / 10 May 2019
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Nightfall

Palma by night

… considering Desire, its place in human nature and growth. Defining it seems as necessary as it does impossible. Without it, love falters as much as ambition. What are these concepts without desire? are they even possible?

—is desire the magnetic north of life as a journey? or is it simply the compass, giving direction that can be adopted or abandoned just as easily?

11:00 / 10 May 2019
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Day 24

…it is finally warming up a bit, with one week remaining…

08:30 / 10 May 2019
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a warm, sharp wind

10:30 / 9 May 2019
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Day 23

—the day passes as usual—with logos and placement, typography and size ratios, presentations and language. the sun is beginning to set and i set off myself, a walk around the block to clear my head turns to a walk all the way to the city center, the Mediterranean. waves crash and palms rustle atop trees, the wind slaps but the warm air reduces its effect to a resonance with the calm. How something can be so uncomfortable but soothing at the same time is a small miracle I will take from this place.

Palma is small and I’ve all but memorized the city layout. The name is aptly confusing as the Old Town Center streets are drawn like the lines of age on an elderly hand, maneuvering around corners that seem constructed out of respect for time and place instead of convenience.

Like my time in Madrid five years ago, I’m reminded of how relaxed Spain is. It’s ironically nerve-racking as an American. I feel uneasy being this at ease; like things aren’t supposed to be this way. Like life isn’t allowed to cultivate a feeling of simple truth and passive joy. I’ve been told many times by friends how lucky I am to travel, and the irony is that those who have not don’t understand why that luck is true; that for all the measurable difference being in a foreign country allows for, the truth is that the greatest feeling is the relief of American despair and the unending social consequences that the consistent pressures of late capitalism wield upon all of us who live through it.

Minet the cat is waiting for me when I return to my temporary home. I will miss her, I will miss this place, this feeling.

00:30 / 9 May 2019
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Screen Shots

Street Shooters

Street Shooters

Palma

Palma

Waterfront

Modern Art

Old Town

Old Town

Streaks In The Sky

Long Light

Long Light

(I’ve been enjoying the iPhone but I’m pretty stoked to see the film I’ve been shooting … in like 7 months or something, whenever I can get it processed&scanned.)

09:00 / 8 May 2019
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Losing The Reason

(various, Palma de Mallorca, Spain)

12:00 / 7 May 2019
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Clear History

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