break i'm at the cafe with the oddly relevant music again. i'm eating an overpriced fruit salad and drinking an overpriced latte and pretending not to ogle the people ogling me and one of the most adorable people i know is sad without the luxury of time to be sad and my sister is living her dream and my best friend is chanting repress for success and my ex-lover is acknowledging my existence and my incredibly powerful wealthy student who could do good for this country is being a lazy child and i saw a fancy traffic police car going up and down the highway where women were kidnapped the day before--so i guess that means they don't think scaring people is advantageous to them anymore and maybe it's like kundera says (much more eloquently of course), you make something and it grows and it runs away from you and you watch |