Leaving New York With Words Left Unsaid
I’m on a brief hiatus from the city, and although I’m heartbroken about it, I’m still writing my love story. The most comforting part is knowing New York is always my home, even when I’m not there. Everything I do is a product of a life spent in the city, and I spend a lot of time thinking about what New York means to me. From my photography to my journal, I feel a strange duty to immortalize New York, and not being there for some time has only intensified that obligation. In one of my film classes this semester, we’ve talked about ways to tell our stories as documentarians. I suppose I’ve already been documenting about New York for some time, but as I enter the world as a filmmaker, I truly see the beginning of a lifetime of paying homage to the city.
