Always Moving

I’m never content. Always moving. I’ve noticed my son is this way too. Being on the street is  search for meaning. I dove into the wreck of this humanity. I’ve become an unwitting existentialist.

Sometimes I get close to whatever it is. Sometimes I just have to laugh at the world and myself. What were they thinking? What was I thinking?

A million people on the street and a million stories. But, I’m not after their’s. Only how does it intertwine with mine?

Published by Keith Goldstein

Photographer, husband, dad, and passionate cyclist. Lives and works in New York City.

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