Gonzales - Gogol: youtube.com/watch?v=exSP7VqUMAw
I ran to catch the streetcar tonight. And when I caught it I was the only one on there. It was strange and beautiful.
And we drove past University and I thought of Katie, how when I first moved here she brought me out to see some forgettable movie but to get in and out of the theatre we had to walk through the middle of a mall, through the echoed hallways at night. She drove me home, I was squatting in a condo in the entertainment district, deep tourist downtown, and she commented on how she never drives at night and it was nice to drive these usually congested streets, to see them when they're empty. Looking back it was part of what brought me here, what made the city exciting and beautiful.
And as I thought this I considered that perhaps I need a new form of living. Eight years ago I dreamt of the city, made it three years ago and have flourished here, have lived and died here over again, but I may need the dream of a new city. Not even necessarily a different city but a new one.
"Livin and dyin in New York means nothin to me."
I've been thinking of Berlin the past while. I know little to nothing of it but hear things, shape it. I wish it were Paris in my thoughts.
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