see you later (ohcurses) wrote in 80smarauders_ic, @ 2017-08-28 20:15:00 |
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journal entry .001
There are times that I miss living in the city. It had its own benefits. Lots of noise, lots of distraction, lots of people. It was easy to get overwhelmed, and easy to be overlooked, and just easy. Everything within reach, any achievement a possibility. I often thought about how simply lonely it was, to be in such a confined space with so many other people. The country is vastly different. There is so much - almost too much - space. It's easier to notice and to be noticed, but there's also more room for my mind to wander. I don't think I ever thought this much in the city, there wasn't enough room. Ideas couldn't unfold and flex themselves. They can, here.
If I stand still enough outside, at night, it's like I can be lonely again. Nothing notices, nothing makes assumptions. I can stand on the porch and watch the yard come to life. There are so many sounds. Rustling grass, insect wings, bats chittering with each other. Occasionally there are rabbits. Occasionally there are people, walking without seeing. When did we forget how to look? How is it some of us manage to remember?
This would be a great space for a party.