Jul 21 2005
when it wanders, and it does*
I keep fantasizing about being someplace where the phone doesn’t ring and the sunsets are enormous. Where no one knows that I have any computer knowledge, and therefore won’t ask me to come over and fix things. Where I could sit in a comfortable chair with my bare feet resting on the railing of a giant wraparound porch, watching the clouds burn their way into night and hearing nothing but cicadas, rattling ice cubes and contented breathing. Where I could stay up half the night without worrying about having to get dressed in the morning and be responsible and do the right thing, and could instead wake up when I wanted to and have a breakfast of waffles dusted lightly with powdered sugar, made for me by someone who understands that sometimes these things are necessary. Visiting there in my head for a few minutes at a time every day makes the fact that I am so far away from this imaginary wonderful place at least somewhat bearable.
*By “it” I mean “my mind”. But maybe that was already clear.
