Collection by Haley Littleton
How is a city you've never lived in nostalgic? How is it that food has a way of satisfying emotional needs that we may never find closure in? These are the questions I ask myself in the golden light.
We wander until we find that which makes us wonder. I wander, wonder, the halls of memory, and I long for the smells that bring these images back to life.
Impressionism: the ways in which I had come to view you that clouded with memory, nostalgia, and desire. I was busy separating the strands so that I could see you.
In the Golden City, we searched like frantic, dehydrated persons for nature, art, food, and conversation that would fill us up again.
Sometimes things end, sometimes they come to a screeching, radical halt. The hunger overwhelms and impulse plane ticket results in daily routines in another section of the country. How do we hunger for food and for people? How do these words that I crave satisfy me?