I don't really like people. Well, maybe that's inaccurate. Your average every daily conversation in the city lately, however, can get pretty boring. But we never realize it when we're in it.
The people next to me are discussing the sexiness of their computers. That's frightening. The color multiplied by the size, plus gigabytes and processors, I am amazed at the information we have catalogued in our brains. This girl's talking about her 2 lb. VaIO being the perfect pocketbook size. I start rocking in my seat. It just makes me nervous. And, don't get me wrong, I have a new computer with my own bells and whistles, well I think there's a bell...not sure about whistles. But wouldn't it be nice to live mostly moments of utter coincidence so that you know exactly in that moment that you should be there...that you were meant to share that moment. Instead of talking about computers, the girl realized that the guy was in her kindergarten or something. And they haven't seen each other since and bump into one another in a Middle Eastern restaurant on St. Marks. Wouldn't that be so much more fun and eerie? Evidence that there's somthing else? I miss those moments and hope to find them again.
Happy birthday, Brendan!
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