rain walks and broken machines
easter i guess is a time to remember that its spring and things are begining to renew themselves, including myself. its so pretty here recently, even in the mist and rain. flowers are budding and pushing there way up through the ground. and the trees are budding as well and they look light and frothy and about to blow away in this brilliant storm of pink and white. i just have been walking more. i went to the national gallery by myself and then just walked most of the way home. it was a grey day, but everyone on the streets looks so brilliant against the grey. it creates this peace in me just to walk and think about everyones else's lives but my own. How do they feel? what do they know? what have the been through? what did they discover that was new about this day, on this street, at this time? Its insane how many people and faces we see each day and we never know anything about them...just that this stranger had beautiful hair, that one had a crooked walk or a lazy eye or just a look on their face that was something new that i hadn't seen before. its just amazing how we all collide each day without ever even speaking or touching or connecting.
how strange. how wondeful.
im watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. i love this movie. its a movie that is comforting to watch because it just makes you realize how wonderful the small moments of love are. and that people are amazing to be with even when you aren't doing anything special. and even when its hard, sometimes its a worse fate to never have had it at all in the first place.
what a strange thing to have all that you had and start fresh, to start at the beginning again of the same story.
im halfway between happy and confused, but im glad that im thinking about it all and enjoying london's sun and its rain.