My last week in Brooklyn was, as usual, anxiety filled. There's always a feeling of things left unsaid and undone and photos yet to be taken. These are a few shots of my immediate surroundings from my last days. Looking at them now I think they say "ok, you're ready, please go do something else because your heart has already left. But I'll always be here for you if/when you come back." (I added that last part myself)