| The Cycles of the City |
[21 Jun 2003|12:37pm] |
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Chinese boat races at the Island this weekend... Canada day looms. Blasted anniversary I'd rather not remember. Where the hell is he? Patterns are so unpredictable... who knows. If anything unlawful were to occur... the authorities would be stumped. I'm sure he's told other people. Just not me. I know this is a special accountance in terms of regard... twisted as it may seem. People who are difficult to read must be read by the unsaid, the undone. I've been left out. It means something. I've healed myself and stayed. I am the man.
Isn't it great how after something greatly sorrowful happens, after you've cried the toxins out and looked up again... you can feel yourself getting stronger? It's fabulous.
Everyone seems to be on the prowl for a mate as well. Edgy and bored and convinced they are lonely. Running away a growing trend. But they never become part of the cycles of the city; cycles of life. Dream and wake up in the same place. I can understand it though; fully. Running away works for a while. A while is good enough in a strange desperation. The lights downtown around Christmastime. The huge coniferous trees w/the oversized, coloured bulbs. The leaves in the fall. The 4 seasons and the familiarity.. how dizzy he must get.
Blah. I hate when I start to write about him. I must still care a bit. MIA. That's all it is.
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The Cherub's moving into his new place today. Lucky bastard got one right downtown around St. George and Bay. I've heard it's small, I've heard I am to be involved in the interior errections, I'm anxious as to the expectations this dwelling will bring. He's got next week off. I feel silly to prolong my unemployment for him and take the week off w/him as well. I probably will though. Summer beckons. The zoo, the Island, the meanderings through the city... acting like a kid let loose. Purchases of penny candy and popscicles and giggles and glee. Silly things.
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