BR: "...What are you really searching for?"
AS: "What I'm searching for is two totally conflicting things: to be totally alone and content by myself, but loved and adored by millions of people. And know it."
From Here to There: Alec Soth's America
Sunday, June 12, 2011
riding a suburban bus into the city saturday, just after midnight. it was empty, I had my eyes shut, I was listening to my mind. We were in a long stretch of forested highway with numbered streets and streets named after gas stations, when a group of nearly one hundred teenagers were waiting at the "7500 block" bus station. When they started clambering on board, I noticed they were all wet, their new clothes sucked to their skins as their feet sloshed in their shoes. They were so aflame and animated as they spoke a dialect of spanish or mexican that the little amount of fortitude I had left was brought forthright with a cringe. My headphones were used along with loud Black Mountain to abate the quick slashes of yelling spanish, soggy jeans rubbing together, and my eyes shut yet again, to blanket the sight of braces interlocking with tongues and peach-fuzz mustaches as some of these wet sprites "made out."