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Sunday, May 18, 2003

On words and hazy evenings

I wish you were here now.

Since you're not though, I wish I could tell you what it's like to lie here on the floor in front of the open window. What the bright hazy sky looks like through the balcony railings. The sky, the rooftops, the aerials, the chimneys, the tops of the trees that grow in between the buildings, the flowers in my neighbour's balconies, the small black birds that fly in circles. The grey ugly curtain that looks pretty when floating on the breeze. Even when floating onto my face.

I could of course take a picture, but I think I would just ruin the moment. I like words better, even when it takes a thousand of them to say what a picture says. Does the saying say a thousand? Or does it say a million? In any case, I don't care - I'd rather you used your imagination, and anyway, how can a picture say -

What it's like to rush all the way from the front to the back of the house with a song in your head and a suddenly born, urgent need to listen to Amy sing "you got up at three pm, you showered for hours, watched porn all alone for the evening - it never really got you anywhere except back in the shower"?

It can't, and that's what I wish I could tell you.

Posted by Dimitra Daisy