new

new new new.

I should be doing work.

this is nice. I can see the light of a rising sun brighten the eastern sides of buildings, watertowers. entities facing towards the light. some kind of silent congregation. while the buildings hold bordered-off slid parallelograms of lighter color, the sunlight hits the curvature of watertowers and creates a gradient, east to west, light to dark.

sometimes I miss shahin who worked at the bodega in front of ollie's. in retrospect it was nice to know that I could talk to someone, on almost any given day of the year, a smile and a desire to talk. more than the sound of radio chatter in an empty house; some kind of vague co-conspirator feeling of being awake at this time. You're awake? I'm awake.

I stepped out to buy a cup of cheap coffee at five. martin at pinnacle took off twenty cents and asked me if I still wasn't sleeping.

I realize that I do cherish this past summer more than I had thought I would at the time. There is something so desperately precious about time spent slow and solemn, and stretches of empty time, and the feeling of necessarily anonymous apartments being agreeably silent that fills part of me. The succession of actions born of light thoughts being applied to daily life. evenings quiet. leftover daylight sliced by blinds coming in at late evening. the sound of doors closing somewhere else, at night lying awake in the dark listening to footsteps sliding leaving the sounds of water swirling in a toilet.

I feel that sleepless buzz again. time to go back to work.

to tell the truth, I haven't been this happy in a long time.