OH HOW I WISH I LIVED IN BROOKLYN.
The house at 59 Orient Avenue in Brooklyn has seen brighter days. After being featured in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, as Kate Winslet's apartment, the 1899 era home quickly turned into a Club Med for meth addicts and squatters alike—which predictably didn't please the neighbors. But the house just went back on the market, and now that Michel Gondry is living on the block, is there hope? Will the director be unable to bare the sight of his Clementine's home getting turned over to the riff raff again? Probably. But just incase, Flavorwire has pleaded with him to purchase it. Here are some interior shots from the last time it was up for grabs—Gondry's imagination may be the only thing that can save this place.
Weird how things sort-of happen and by happen I am referring literally to stumbling. Things have been beautiful but not too surreal in the life of Polly Bland but nevertheless there has not been a single dull moment according to the ticking of the clock hand. Even sleeping has been a trip to the past and future and it seems as irked as I am about certain dream experiences, I probably wouldn't change them. I'm loving life and trying to make all the right choices and leave wrong ones of the past settling in the stinging dust.
Nostalgia is a hard fact of life for some and as the years pass it seems to worsen. I don't get too caught up in it. For me it is more of a growing experience rather than a let down. Breaking out of the bonds and people who shaped you is part of growing and living on your own. Sure, I wish things were the way they used to be for a few hours, but isn't forging on one of the pivotal life experiences that makes us one?