Re: FT: Atticus M/Steve M
[Sighed, as if this was the most terrible thing that could possibly occur in the world: Fast shipping, the downfall of humanity. Then, chuckled.] Don't think it's the same if I'm forcing myself to receive things more slowly. Think it only counts if it's true anticipatory waiting. Looking out the window. Wondering if something's going to arrive that day. Hounding the mailman. Don't get any of that if I know my Amazon Day is Friday. [Was looking as he talked, sitting forward and interested, watching the wooden bar come into, then out of, view.]
Did I? ['Resigned,' but he was sidetracked by the sight of Main Street.] I spent my teen years in a small fishing village. Skaneateles. Ever been? Probably not. Was a one-light town, but it still felt more real that this. Maybe it was the constant overcast and whip of the sea. Could hear the baitmen from everywhere in town. Seagulls too. [Back to the topic of resignation.] No fight. Think resigned feels like being numb. No fight. No fire. Correct me if I'm wrong. Can feel free to tell me I'm a kid and what do I know?