“The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.”
-Hector from “The History Boys
Friends with an author
Where are we going? Who are we? I’m certainly in some sort of existence, granted this has not been confirmed. Then what is certainty? A feeling at most.
I am certain that I will find a paid job this summer. Paid, ladies and gentleman. That’s the vision. I have nothing against spicy Ramen for lunch. But there is so much delicious food in this city and I want to be able to indulge my taste buds.
I am still bewildered every day. I walk down new streets, see different people, radical cultures, wild styles, crazy grannys, transvestites, tons of Asians, homeless lovers, don’t forget their cat. It’s certainly a miracle they can afford cat food.
I want to fit in, but I need to blend out.
I want time to slow down but it always seems to speed up. However, I feel as though I am gliding, occasionally tripping, in slow motion. Sounds about right.
I am insanely stoked to have made it here. I believe anything is possible. Whoa. I’ve never said I believed in anything. Significant. I used to brag that I merely hoped. Because you never know for sure. But now I know that we really are capable of anything. You know what, I believe it for certain.