imagine...
that instead of working on this sunny saturday afternoon, I was writing for me.
that instead of sitting in my apartment in seattle, I was sitting in a flat in venice.
that instead of the thai restaurant parking lot outside my window, there was a cafe and a canal.
the strange thing is, despite the reality of the former, it almost feels like I'm experiencing the latter. the open window, sunlight outside, and slight breeze are enough to allow me to feel content with working right now, since I can imagine I'm not.
maybe one day.
that instead of sitting in my apartment in seattle, I was sitting in a flat in venice.
that instead of the thai restaurant parking lot outside my window, there was a cafe and a canal.
the strange thing is, despite the reality of the former, it almost feels like I'm experiencing the latter. the open window, sunlight outside, and slight breeze are enough to allow me to feel content with working right now, since I can imagine I'm not.
maybe one day.