Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Today

Today was simple. I did not do much. Woke up slowly just before noon to hear my housemate flushing the toilet and humming some kind of foreign song. My head felt like a rubber mallet. I sat up and stared at my feet for a few seconds, wondering when the last time I clipped my toenails was. I stretched and pulled my face. I usually like to yawn as wide as I can, almost as if to unhinge my jaw so I can feel the blood warm my temples and spread down my neck and into my chest. I lifted the shades and stared out the window. It's apathy, that's what it is. Another beautiful day of indiscretion, of reluctance, of contemplation and no action. I heated up the leftover gyro over rice sitting in my fridge and sat with my legs elevated on my desk, watching the people walk and live outside. That lady made it so goddamn spicy. How do they eat it like that? Anyways, I've been on my computer since, typing up a response to Plato's Symposium, and trying to figure out what my own perception of love is anyway. It is in the proximity of beings. Love is the unseen details, the reassuring silence, the 4 a.m. pillow-gripping solitude, the endless wonderment.
Meanwhile, the smell of grilled onions plagues my room. Now there's a dog shitting on the sidewalk outside. I don't think I could ask for much more. Maybe I'll go to the Yankees game with Tavis. That sounds like fun.

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