It’s dark, and we all face forward. Here and there, a small screen glows, and occasionally, someone walks by offering beverages. In my dreams, old lovers are trying to kiss me. And my old apartment takes on more romance and sophistication than it had in life. Soft light glows down angularly from the heavens through the tall windows, and people admire my sparse furnishings. I grin, like I knew it all along.
Typing a letter with thumbs to myself at 3 in the morning… Just some scattered thoughts, really. Wanted to see if things came out differently when just using thumbs.
Lately, I’ve been feeling quite clear-headed, and in a strange way that’s made me less apt to blog. Rather I’m immersing myself in the study of drama, of Shakespeare and how the works are played, of current works of cinema and how they’re consumed — big screen? Small screen? Medium-sized flat screen?
Last year, I said something crazy. I said, “I don’t like Paris that much.”
New York is great because no one’s going to tell you, “You can’t do it.” Everything goes in New York. Everything is possible.
Do you ever stop and think about how fortunate you are? I mean, really stop and drink it in? When someone you love is sick or getting divorced or has lost a job, it is easy to feel appreciation for what you have by comparison. Or if it’s you going through one of those things, you know very keenly how much you want it to be over as soon as possible.
If you grew up in the mid-west like I did, you’re likely familiar with the tradition of “senior pictures.” When I moved to NYC, I learned that this trend isn’t popular everywhere, and since it seems to be longer-standing than say, the soft-focus, feather-boa-flaunting Glamour Shots phenomenon of the early 1990s, I thought I might explain for those who live in places where this isn’t common practice.