Turn On
Like right now, for instance. I'm walking through my city, but it feels like I'm on a different planet. The evening version, washed in the orange glow of streetlights. In my headphones—a random album by some Norwegian band I dug up this morning.
Turn Off
In my old, worn leather bag, I always carry my main companion—my sketchbook. It's not for perfect pictures. It's for moments. Like now, I've perched on a low wall by the bridge. I pull out a pencil and quickly, hastily sketch the silhouette of a pigeon against a billboard. It looked so important, so focused on its pigeon work, that I had to immortalize it.