back from the dead
this morning i was up early, laundering everything i came in contact with while i was sick this past week. being up early on a nice day is my favorite. there was barely anyone on the street, and the only other customer in the laundromat was some old man doing a crossword puzzle. while my laundry washed, i decided to walk down to my favorite bagel store, about a 15 minute walk from my apartment. the sun was out, there was a nice breeze going, and aside from the puddles of puke and dogshit i had to step over, it was a pleasant morning walk. i love this town--when most of the people are asleep.
on my way back, i passed by the neighborhood cafe. seated with his back to the window, was a boy sitting alone with coffee, reading liner notes to some cd. liner notes! in this day and age of itunes, and buying songs--not full albums, here was a boy, sitting, reading liner notes! it didn't even matter what band. here, in this town of horrible bland yuppies, was a boy who appreciated the importance of the details. where did he come from? how long had he been here? why were we not friends? we had to become friends!
but then i remembered, i am leaving. moving to a city full of people who still buy vinyl and limited edition silk-screened show posters and read zines. where people who like things other than "sports" and "beer" aren't so few and far between. i know it will be great. but i think i'll miss living someplace where it's a nice surprise to run into someone like me.
on my way back, i passed by the neighborhood cafe. seated with his back to the window, was a boy sitting alone with coffee, reading liner notes to some cd. liner notes! in this day and age of itunes, and buying songs--not full albums, here was a boy, sitting, reading liner notes! it didn't even matter what band. here, in this town of horrible bland yuppies, was a boy who appreciated the importance of the details. where did he come from? how long had he been here? why were we not friends? we had to become friends!
but then i remembered, i am leaving. moving to a city full of people who still buy vinyl and limited edition silk-screened show posters and read zines. where people who like things other than "sports" and "beer" aren't so few and far between. i know it will be great. but i think i'll miss living someplace where it's a nice surprise to run into someone like me.