Well I'm okay now. I took a little vacation from work and the city and visited a girlfriend up in Boston who is on track for tenure at Harvard. She's a philosophy prof. so politics bores her and she never talks about it directly, but converses about the roots of problems, not the fruit of problems. She's an amazing distraction from my everyday life. She sips tea early, early in the morning reading and preparing her lecture in the breakfast nook of her flat, all the while barely dressed, talking to herself, clothes falling off as if they know it's time for bed but her mind is still awake and sharp. I lay on the couch and listen to her and watch her lips move and her soft brown body peek through her nightshirt.
