after the thunderstorm, wednesday
this perfect home I described earlier is as of today facing severe change: the couple living there just split, so the unhappy separation of spoons is about to begin. ("I will never want your wagonwheel coffee table"!). so I guess nothing is ever as settled as it seems.
holidaywise, life is good. the beers you order here are the equivalent of three beers at home, but people don't seem to mind. we went to all kinds of places and bars and cafés, and saw a fassbinder play last night. I was seriously impressed and will have to watch all of his work now. the show was smart and extremely well directed and played- a seldom pleasure. off to austria today, to a place where the air smells of a time where worries did not exist. amazing how a certain scent can keep a feeling preserved so well for such a long time. we used to run ourselves tired there every summer, coming home at night to a big, loud and hungry dinner table. we did not know of job worries, romantic issues or politics. it hit me hard (well, of course) when I was there on 9/11, watching the second plane crash into the tower on live tv in that very living room. it seemed a strange coincidence that I should be there, my own private secure island of the past, when it happened.
but we are all grown up and expecting the worst now, aren't we. it's merely impossible to make it right, but maybe it's worth trying. I have absolutely no idea.
my coffee is great, though. and that's good, for now.
holidaywise, life is good. the beers you order here are the equivalent of three beers at home, but people don't seem to mind. we went to all kinds of places and bars and cafés, and saw a fassbinder play last night. I was seriously impressed and will have to watch all of his work now. the show was smart and extremely well directed and played- a seldom pleasure. off to austria today, to a place where the air smells of a time where worries did not exist. amazing how a certain scent can keep a feeling preserved so well for such a long time. we used to run ourselves tired there every summer, coming home at night to a big, loud and hungry dinner table. we did not know of job worries, romantic issues or politics. it hit me hard (well, of course) when I was there on 9/11, watching the second plane crash into the tower on live tv in that very living room. it seemed a strange coincidence that I should be there, my own private secure island of the past, when it happened.
but we are all grown up and expecting the worst now, aren't we. it's merely impossible to make it right, but maybe it's worth trying. I have absolutely no idea.
my coffee is great, though. and that's good, for now.
posted by florian at 11:02
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