your phone rings loudly and you wake up in the afternoon in a jostle. when you go to answer it, the caller is already gone.
you hope for a nice sunny spring day, and you get a shifting constant dappled rainfall, which washes and swishes along the street as vehicles drive by.
hours of email, hours of staring at screens, hours of gameplay. when will any hint of a payoff come along if you're always sitting at home "working?" but it's wet out, and besides that, you don't have any cash for the subway fare.
even though your room seems to be piling up with clutter, papers and loose mail un-filed, random articles of clothing not quite ready for wash strategically sandwiched in the crevices next to the pile of bags and equipment, bowls unwashed, cups of water empty, deep sighs and electrons abound, you just can't muster up enough optimism and verve to clean today.
the bells from the church adjacent rings clear and loud over multiple municipal sirens and the rains and the winds. nothing is particularly wrong, but then again, nothing feels particularly super awesome.
another day at home, another bowl of soup, cold feet, cold fingers, warm heart.
another long slow journey from day into night.
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2 comments:
If it makes you feel any better, your photos have been taking up a large portion of my day - I stumbled across your blog, starting browsing through your pics, then went to your website, started browsing through those... It was rainy in London today too, so it was nice to have something beautiful to look at while I avoided doing any work/leaving the house :)
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aw shucks. that's great to know that somewhere in the world, at least you make one connection of sorts. come on back anytime.
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