Uhg, my old roommate and long time buddy Aviv just left my apartment. I hate being here by myself... I'm not really a big fan of being alone. I know this type of situation is perfect for having time to think, or reading a book, or catching a breather to relax but it usually just drives me crazy.
It's funny that it works that way because in my mind I have all these images of all the things I could do if I had some time to myself. I hate that "grass is greener on the other side of the fence" bullshit that has become such a benevolent force in the decisions I make. What can I say; I guess we are all here to roam the Earth...
Aviv is such a quiet guy... even in Italy, but I guess there we at least had something common to complain about. (Thats the easiest way to get him talking) I remember sitting on the window seal at out apartment talking about how little we made and how the stuff we were making would never be paid attention to anyhow... we didn't notice the fresh tomatoes, cheap whines, and open spaces at our fingertips... funny how it is the complete opposite now. Funny how we ended up in the same city twice. Funny how we sit face to face at a diner as friends with very little to say to one another.
Its so quiet in my apartment that I can hear myself think. But I real like my apartment at 2pm... The light comes in from every window and I can hear my cat chewing on her crunchy cat food, all electronics are turned off except for this laptop, and the heats is blasting so hard that its possible to be comfterble with a window open. Police sirens and the ambient sounds of the world muffled by the brick walls of our courtyard... mine and all the others who live around here but do not know each other. For a city of eight million, it is very easy to keep secret.
It's funny that it works that way because in my mind I have all these images of all the things I could do if I had some time to myself. I hate that "grass is greener on the other side of the fence" bullshit that has become such a benevolent force in the decisions I make. What can I say; I guess we are all here to roam the Earth...
Aviv is such a quiet guy... even in Italy, but I guess there we at least had something common to complain about. (Thats the easiest way to get him talking) I remember sitting on the window seal at out apartment talking about how little we made and how the stuff we were making would never be paid attention to anyhow... we didn't notice the fresh tomatoes, cheap whines, and open spaces at our fingertips... funny how it is the complete opposite now. Funny how we ended up in the same city twice. Funny how we sit face to face at a diner as friends with very little to say to one another.
Its so quiet in my apartment that I can hear myself think. But I real like my apartment at 2pm... The light comes in from every window and I can hear my cat chewing on her crunchy cat food, all electronics are turned off except for this laptop, and the heats is blasting so hard that its possible to be comfterble with a window open. Police sirens and the ambient sounds of the world muffled by the brick walls of our courtyard... mine and all the others who live around here but do not know each other. For a city of eight million, it is very easy to keep secret.
madamleslie:
Happy Valentine's Day! 
