I appreciate New York for New Yorkers, who have developed a system that allows them to be in constant contact with each other without going crazy. I haven't got it entirely figured out, but it makes the cops nicer, the horn-honking more frequent, and the service exactly 50% great and 50% shitty on any given day.
I'll miss this beautiful house, not working, sleeping in the park and waiting for the F train.
Last night, I dreamed I was floating in an invisible boat over the Rocky Mountains. I'm not sure if I got bigger or the mountains got smaller, but I was able to dangle my fingers over the side of the boat and ripple the tops of the evergreens like water. I suspect that this means the mountains have noticed my absence, like a train whistle you hear faintly Monday thru Saturday one week, and are suprised that you miss come the following Sunday.
Posted by Sonya at June 27, 2004 06:02 PMThe mountains do miss you. They sent you that dream to remind you of the simple pleasures awaiting you in Seattle. Hooray for long vacations!
Posted by: Alisha at June 27, 2004 09:45 PMHow did you know it was a boat if it was invisible?
Posted by: tomb at June 29, 2004 01:09 PMThe same way I know I'm in a bed in the dark. Boats usually feel like boats. Beds usually feel like beds. I've never seen my own heart, but I trust it's not a chicken. Get me?
Posted by: sonya at June 29, 2004 01:49 PMAgain, thank you Sonya for your work here. This entry is delightful. I flew in yesterday and the sight of the Cascades made my trip. Welcome back.
Posted by: nathaniel at June 29, 2004 09:46 PM