i wonder what it’s like to live in a big city. even in the city of ithaca, i feel small. i’m such a little dot in this place. i look up from my seat outside the coffee shop and see windows upon windows of people who have lives right next to each other. some people don’t even know their neighbors names. two people could be meant for each other and not know it. they could always be missing each other when they’re getting their mail, or doing their laundry… and then one day meet miles away from home.
it looks as if it may rain. i had better take this inside somewhere. but what if this calm disappears? it never seems to transfer when i’m typing or on the internet, i’m not ready to go. it doesn’t seem i have a choice.