Du riechst so gut...
Smoke, as it comes home on your clothes, smells different here than in the Land of a Thousand Essay Crises. The glazed eyes of a drunk girl shine differently; people are unchanged and quaintly one-dimensional in a different sort of way. I like to think I'll always be the one who just sort of sits idly in the corner, chatting occasionally and pausing only long enough to spoon some baby food into the ape's mouth. (That was for you, Hannah.)
I am, perhaps undeservedly (though I think not so much), a lucky bastard, because most days I wake up and I go to sleep and in between I have nothing with which to meet my life and circumstances but so much satisfaction and content. Yes, the insecurity of the future terrifies me constantly: I look upon graduation from Oxford with highly distilled manifest dread. But right now I am sitting in the living room of a ship being abandoned talking to the woman who changed everything, or singing in a basement with five or six of the universe's coolest motherfuckers, or slouching in a plastic chair in the Village as glasses drain and cigarettes burn down all around me and just savoring the free-fall. And every moment of it is awesome; there's no time like the present.
Given the opportunity, I might just choose to drive around forever.
I am, perhaps undeservedly (though I think not so much), a lucky bastard, because most days I wake up and I go to sleep and in between I have nothing with which to meet my life and circumstances but so much satisfaction and content. Yes, the insecurity of the future terrifies me constantly: I look upon graduation from Oxford with highly distilled manifest dread. But right now I am sitting in the living room of a ship being abandoned talking to the woman who changed everything, or singing in a basement with five or six of the universe's coolest motherfuckers, or slouching in a plastic chair in the Village as glasses drain and cigarettes burn down all around me and just savoring the free-fall. And every moment of it is awesome; there's no time like the present.
Given the opportunity, I might just choose to drive around forever.