its september 2011 and i´ve been here for 10 years. Literally on the same street 2 doors down from the tiny studio i rented just for one summer. 10 years later my anniversary is overshadowed by another one, and unlike NYC I don´t feel redeemed, better for it, avenged, or half as creative and content as I did all those 10 years ago. I feel like it would be better to have gone back in september 2001, just like I had planned...even if it was just to live miserably painting rich people´s apts for schmucky bloom and having to stay in my overpriced brooklyn railroad, cause i spent all my money on rent and couldn´t afford guinesses every night....I would´ve had a common bond with newyorkers (although being absent on 9/11 would have given me fewer points), I would have struggled and redeemed myself in some excellent creative fantastic way, my loneliness would´ve have been fodder for my moving sublime series of paintings : "the lone and dejected figure". Instead I became an easy rider, not adventure-y, just easy.... cosied up to the idea of family and pedestrian (ism), provincial life, with health care and fancy municipal swimming pools, money for artists, smoking everywhere, food made in small portions and visible on the counters of the backtoback bars lined up on the streets....ah silly choices... how i suffer the consequences today.

unhappy with noone and nothing to blame

James nachtwey come take a look at this disaster....

http://lightbox.time.com/2011/09/07/revisiting-911-unpublished-photos-by-james-nachtwey/#1