finally.
obviously i have too much to say (as i often do) so i'm gonna try to spill it out one by one. but i'll warn you fair and square--this is going to be a long long one.
this past week was insane--i had very little sleep and much to do--with pleasure though, not obligations--and i've done some stuff that i've been meaning to do lately. i went and saw that frida exhibit--good stuff, not better than the tsarist paintings up above though--that wonderful repin--i had actually told you all about it but the stupid cyber world decided to play inception on me and it somehow disappeared. anywho, i went to see it with a dear friend (w/ a good heart and a solid future, as always) and we've been wanting to do that for a while now. we thought we'd push things a little sooner because he's taking off tomorrow to go travel to once-the-paris-of-middle-east beirut.
another wonderful thing happened that day--since we had already walked down so further down on istiklal i thought i'd go check out this little bookstore that i've always loved--possibly the first place i loved in this town. the thing about that place is that it's a wondeful store with a mean set of employees. man the people work there are always very sour and miserable--everytime i buy something from that place i just keep my chatting to a minumum. i just simply pay and leave. yet this one time last tuesday we walked in and i got lost in the poetry section (fetched out a wonderful the divine comedy for a decent price and a sweet copy of ezra pound: the early writings) and i literally had a conversation with ezra on the inside trying todecide whether or not i was spending way too much money on books. anywho--i don't even know why i pretend to consider not buying these things--because i always end up buying them anyways. i was paying as usual and this time this guy that has been working there for ages just looked at me and smiled. it was the weirdest thing in the world he just kept staring at my face as i handed him my card as he took the receit as the waited for the bank to respond--this sincere gentle smile that a stranger could only possibly give to you just remained on his face. nothing beats a stranger's smile that comes up unexpected.
another higlight of the week--we had a graduation dinner for a very original spirit on thusday night. it was kinda nice--we had a chance to get together since the school ended and laughed and ate and drank and enjoyed ourselves. i think within time i somehow believed that it was just conventional conditions that keep us together--school and all that--and we'll fall apart as soon as that was done. he on the other hand seemed perfectly irrelevant to such worries.
in between all that--my dear comrade in name said something that could be the wisest thing i heard in awhile-- she said 'when you lose touch with one another's sense of humour that's when something's off' and i responded that to me it was off when you didn't feel like sharing the most trivial things--anywho once we split from the crowd we sat down and talked a bit about things--and the way things had been. we talked about awareness and sincerity and all that. i don't know if we've reached any conclusions--i don't know if there were any conclusions to reach--but a good friendship i take it is one within everyone notices when something's wrong. it makes one feel like they belong to a common higher notion. like you put something up there together in which your absence and somebody else's won't go unnoticed. for we are easily distracted within ourselves--only when we share something we pay attention to others
like i said it's been a long week. i saw my bestie the day after that, we hung out a bit and talked, but i was half dead already coming from tudoring. oh and before i forget-anton and i got to hang out a little too yesterday when a dear friend of mine generously offered his time to help me build a meaningful relationship with anton. and anton was very happy too to preen his feathers a bit when knowing fingers played dylan songs with him. i'm pretty sure he had forgotten that he was a guitar and that he remembered. my fingers though are still troubling. i can not do a 90 degrees stand with them. they're mushy and incapable of pressing down. that c chord kicked my ass too. they say practise makes perfect. but who knows really--maybe i wasn't born to play the guitar--just to enjoy those who do.
i'm gonna run down and try to work on him a little more. i feel like i had some other stuff to talk about but i don't know now. i'm just happy to be home today.
enjoy your slightly cloudy sunday lovers. be well.
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