Trenton. It's raw. Really real. Streets like Washington Ave. and State St. are busy and edgy. Government buildings, old mills—so much history.
I live in North Trenton. That area breathes life. It pulses. Ditto South Trenton. Too. Families, struggles, hope. Parks run along the Delaware River. River flows cold, quiet, like in Werckmeister Harmonies – "The abyss stares back." Weird, huh?
I walk near Cadwalader Park. It’s my chill spot. Really, I love it, even when my head spins. Some days, I get mad on Broad St. The smell. The noise. The mix-ups. It's like my mind's a storm—anger, love, surprise. Life in Trenton's messy, y'know?
I’ve seen families breaking apart. I've helped them rebuild. I sit on a bench in Capitol Plaza. I watch kids play. The city hauls emotion like a freight train. "It is impossible to imagine love without tragedy" – echoing a line from that old film. It resonates.
Some parts stunk, like near Delaware and Columbus Blvd., but i gotta say—there’s beauty in decay. You feel it if you let it. And trust me, that hit me hard, like a bomb. The blend of despair with hope--it reminds me of that Hungarian film, silent yet fierce.
I mention my fave hangout—a little coffee pit on Cherry Street. Chill vibe. Warm coffee. Real convos with pals. Reminds me of those slow, haunting frames in Werckmeister Harmonies.
Trenton is rough, raw, real. It’s a city of contrasts. Concrete meets nature, corruption mixes with care. Strange, unpredictable. In my practice, I see families like broken clocks—fixable if you dare. We patch time, moments, memories.
Yeah, it's hectic. I get mad sometimes, so many petty battles, endless noise. But damn, the heart of it all beats strong. Washington Ave. at night, reflections in wet streets. It’s art, pain, beauty. Life’s symmetry.
Trenton—no sugarcoating. Just cold, calculated truth.
Remember: “Time destroys nothing. Time transforms.”

That’s Trenton, no setbacks. Just raw life.
Peace.