October 14, 2002
I feel such deep relief at being alive that I become absent minded about the actuality of living, living in the sense that most are involved with being productive, working, making money, being creative, parenting, accumulating, planning for the future. Out the window everything is shimmering in its own fall galaxy of light and shadow and there is more birdsong than you might think congruous to such an urban environment. I’m too pleased with the day’s perfection to commence “work”, too content with an irrational and unfounded conviction that everything will be alright. I can't regret anything, the present is too all consuming. The relish taken in an ostensibly empty day: too much looking. To love the interregnums. To be between. More than reading, the putting down of the book before taking it up again. To be in transit is the sweetest anonymity. To walk in this air.
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I feel such deep relief at being alive that I become absent minded about the actuality of living, living in the sense that most are involved with being productive, working, making money, being creative, parenting, accumulating, planning for the future. Out the window everything is shimmering in its own fall galaxy of light and shadow and there is more birdsong than you might think congruous to such an urban environment. I’m too pleased with the day’s perfection to commence “work”, too content with an irrational and unfounded conviction that everything will be alright. I can't regret anything, the present is too all consuming. The relish taken in an ostensibly empty day: too much looking. To love the interregnums. To be between. More than reading, the putting down of the book before taking it up again. To be in transit is the sweetest anonymity. To walk in this air.
- rachael 10-14-2002 10:11 pm