With the full-frontal view of autumn leaves here in Warwick, I read on about the latest subtle strategy of Northern imperialism of the South.
But all my mind falls back to are academically senseless thoughts, but thoughts I'll rather dwell in. Don't you too?
...about the painting I was working at 3am this morning. Oh how I wish I could get back to that now, with the autumn leaves in company on the park bench, hands on my lap.
...about how friends at home are changing; becoming bitches, getting married, hating new bits of the world they thought they loved.
...about the Brooklyn as I stubbornly stay in the company of coffee machines; the smell of coffee beans ground, the hiss of the steamer of the machines, the tills going "ting". I want to be a coffee maker.
...about my friend whom I met yesterday in London. She wants to be a writer, and I know she will be a great writer, if only the world will give her a chance, and if only she gave herself that chance too.
Yup. Thinking about everything that is academically senseless; that's blasphemy for a student isn't it? What do you think about that is wonderfully senseless, that you're not supposed to but want to?
Do tell.
Uncle T
