Westworld 2.0 is officially happening.
HBO has ordered a second season of the sci-fi robopocalypse thriller – along with renewing fellow fall freshman series Divorce and Insecure. All three will have another 10 episodes.
Tell me, how am I meant to forget
when I can’t accept anyone else’s arms
to protect me, when the thought of being
engulfed in someone else’s pulse
steals my breath away?
How was it so easy for you to leave
when I was begging you to stay?
I know once we sail away from land, the tie that holds me back will dissolve of itself.
Rabindranath Tagore from the The Diary of a Westward Voyage. 1924
Written in one of the opening pages of my travel notebook just before departing Portland in September 2012. Once I left, I never really came back.
A six-hour flight to NYC, a photo shoot and a few days with friends. 3 months, 7 Countries, 5 foreign languages, 4 currencies. A photo festival in Turkey, photo shoots in Denmark, an exhibition in Germany tied to a two-month long artist residency in Bavaria, Paris Photo. Quick trips to London and Austria. Soaking in hot mineral pools with strangers in Iceland. Then back to NYC for several days. Jetlag, a photo shoot, loss, time with friends, a different type of culture shock. It was December. My relationship of 4 years dissolved as soon as I landed back in the States in one quick phone call. I was too tired and weary from traveling to understand any of it. I flew back to Portland into rain and uncertainty and loss. I visited with friends. I packed my house and life into boxes and left them scattered for several weeks while I visited family and friends in CA and planned what would unfold next. By then it was a new year. I flew from LA to Portland and in several days I moved those boxes into a 5x10 storage unit. I took my printer, my computers, my hard drives, my cameras, my desks, lights, book dummies, prints, negs.. a few suitcases of clothes and comforts. And I drove 1,000 miles away.
The tie that held me back dissolved of itself. I didn’t entirely understand Tagore’s words when I scrawled them down back in September. I associated the words with the fear of the unknown dissolving once my experiences began. And it did. That tie dissolving was the best thing that could have happened to me.