Acclimation Adventurer

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The Resolution

I met him in a bar in December 1989. I was in New York for a couple of days. He offered to let me stay in his apartment and I accepted. He gave me the address, handed me the keys, and disappeared. I spent the night alone in his bed. The only thing I learned about him came from a piece of paper I found under a cigarette box. It said: "Resolutions for the New Year: no lying, no biting." Later, I called him from Paris to thank him. We decided to meet and made a date for January 20, 1990. Orly airport at 9:00 a.m. He never arrived, never called, and did not answer his phone. On January 10, 1991, at 7:00 p.m., I received the following call: "It's Greg Shephard. I am at Orly airport, one year late. Would you like to see me?" This is a man who knew how to talk to me.

(from Sophie Calle's True Stories)

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red rose, padlock, unfinished door I could not find again

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Yesterday I returned from a short trip to New York; I shot only a small handful of photographs.

This was more an adventure of acclimation. 

On my last morning, I walked from one door to another.
In those brief moments I did not notice the single degree temperature, negative degree windchill.

There are too many ways to measure success. 

Time divided by awareness of sensation is one of them.