san francisco, new york city, beijing, seattle
2015 or 2016 fourth of july. i wrote in my journal that i was watching the fireworks on TV at home, and wishing that i was anywhere else, and not alone. i could hear the fireworks from my window and catch glimpses of tiny sparks, but stared at the 2d replica instead.
there’s something extra lonely about looking outside your window in a big city. it’s like everyday is the fourth of july, but you’re alone at home watching the fireworks on tv. you fill the lit up gridded windows with projected visions of warmth. you can see everything from afar and hear dogs barking, and cars honking, and the newscaster is describing the scene, but you’re never really there.
i wanted to go out and see the fireworks.