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On this day of being sick, I will report on things I miss.
I miss friends. Or at least, the idea of them. Sometimes good hanging took place. But that waned too. Good hanging waned.
I miss going to Victrola on Saturday mornings. Running into people, stopping in to QFC to see Anna, walking to the park. Seattle is so beautiful and so nice, compared to here. I never felt unsafe, no matter what neighborhood I was in. Here it is different. Here you have to be hard. You have to put on a face, wear armor to go out into the world.
Seattle is so easy. Seattle is so small. There are koi ponds and views. But where does an upwardly mobile person go? I came to New York to be picked up in the swell of opportunity, to catch a wave. But here I am on a Saturday night, sick at home in this place called Crown Heights, with few friends and little interest or money to spend. What would Anais Nin do? She would be picked up by someone, heart open, taken to somewhere special, to dance, to drink, to share joy and laugh. The most I can think to do is shower, attempt to renew, come out with a different perspective, maybe a new life.
Tomorrow I will listen to the radio show of a friend who I think is beautiful.
I miss friends. Or at least, the idea of them. Sometimes good hanging took place. But that waned too. Good hanging waned.
I miss going to Victrola on Saturday mornings. Running into people, stopping in to QFC to see Anna, walking to the park. Seattle is so beautiful and so nice, compared to here. I never felt unsafe, no matter what neighborhood I was in. Here it is different. Here you have to be hard. You have to put on a face, wear armor to go out into the world.
Seattle is so easy. Seattle is so small. There are koi ponds and views. But where does an upwardly mobile person go? I came to New York to be picked up in the swell of opportunity, to catch a wave. But here I am on a Saturday night, sick at home in this place called Crown Heights, with few friends and little interest or money to spend. What would Anais Nin do? She would be picked up by someone, heart open, taken to somewhere special, to dance, to drink, to share joy and laugh. The most I can think to do is shower, attempt to renew, come out with a different perspective, maybe a new life.
Tomorrow I will listen to the radio show of a friend who I think is beautiful.