joining the ranks

my pace is set now: up at 7 a.m., struggling in the dark, showering blindly, drapes closed; dressing in the clothes and jewelry i'd picked out the night before; cereal and milk + a shot of orange juice; 5 minute walk to the train; picking up the W at 8:30; out at carnegie by 9:15; in the office by 9:20; solid work day with an hour's lunch, dreaming within the pages of tana french's in the woods, accompanied by a peanut butter sandwich; out on the street at 5:30; W to the R; C-town for last-minute groceries; home. bam. monday to friday, sold.

the c.e.o. of the place where i work, in one word: inspiration.

soon, amigos.

syllables

i take solace in words. unlike most i do not imagine the goins-on of a book cinematically; rather, the words flow over me like a hot shower. language - the sound and the weight of it - has long transfixed me. the exquisite translations of pablo neruda's poetry and amos oz's the same sea are gems in my ever-expanding, resplendent literary closet.

currently: the pulitzer prize-winning amazing adventures of kavalier&clay by the effervescent michael chabon of wonder boys fame; i have dipped my toe in james r. gaines' evening in the palace of reason and am intrigued.

we survive in installations, between moments, amongst one another and yet quite alone.

in a few weeks, i will toast the new york sunset on a park slope roof, smiling slightly in the face of a stranger who is my roommate. i will get a public library card, walk the streets to get a sense of place, join the ranks of brooklyn-manhattan rush hour commuters. i will thrive.