not know whether a caso.Fatto is that in the latter period (which are days, weeks and months) the my blog languish.
not know whether a caso.Fatto is that in the latter period (which are days, weeks and months) the my blog languish.
on the train as usual.
E'decisamente later, we understand how commuters shuffling feet and luggage on the tracks.
I arrived fifteen minutes before and I'm buried in my chair filthy.
before sinking into a parallel universe of music and I get lost staring at the architecture of the central station, the huge time of metal that gives me the idea of \u200b\u200ba big goodbye hug rusty to people who run away from milan, as if he understood what it means to see her every day and we suffered a bit ', would remedy the situation.
comes an old friend whom I thank heaven is there because otherwise I groped to keep me awake with the usual tricks such as:
imagine what they think other people in the compartment
imagine my life told by a voiceover
imagine video for the song I'm listening
imagine what it will take the train when it will be cold
start a conversation by the light tone of the rest are dressed the sweatshirt and shoes from hippies, those damned etnies much that I wanted so badly and caused me to walk before he became my shield against rain and zozzume of urban roads.
few minutes after you add us to an acquaintance that I do not think I have ever seen before.
about a girl who, after having broken up with her boyfriend, now lives a series of emotional ups and downs.
I fall into a pleasant slumber, one in which I found a good alternative to deep sleep: listen to their speeches and I would simply nod or smile full of gratitude for their presence here and now.
Then at some point I realize that I know both i protagonisti della vicenda.
A quanto pare quando si dice che il mondo è piccolo non si tiene conto del fatto che i treni lo sono di più.
Se esistesse una macchina del tempo credo che mi piacerebbe incontrarmi otto anni fa per ricordare come la pensavo allora. Mi sono venute in mente due cose.
Quarto anno delle superiori sono seduta sulla scala anticendio nell’intervallo, c’è il sole, ho i capelli corti, sono inspiegabilmente felice.
Maggio o giugno di quest’anno, sono in treno, piove e il finestrino sporco di spray è pieno di gocce che lo percorrono in diagonale perfetta, I think of all the people to whom I apologize.
So between one thing and another fly to Seattle, got off the train, we say goodbye, I go back home along the intended path, sliding door of the station, turn right, walk to the bus station and insert the on.
heat is strange for October, the lights are yellow as in August.
Tomorrow is not lecture institutions ontology.
E 'a course that I like although there is half of Heidegger, that of "not being, is more like something good."
institutions is a course that I like it because the last time there was talk of Sartre's Nausea, and I was reminded of my folder of technique on which I had transcribed a piece taken from that wonderful book.
My math teacher asked me if it was the story of one who was not so good. The Nausea understand?
My math teacher was not a highly esteemed person. She even.
Oh well.
tomorrow and then I go to Milan in the late morning and this means that we may be able to sit during the journey.
Today I did stand up to listening to Laura Veirs Magenta and sitting on a piece of a free press to step up to the Central listening to Vampire Weekend, who are really cool.
Walden I'm almost done, I'm holding two pages for tonight, so I have intelligent thoughts need to sleep well.
Today the underground I fell back in the vicious circle of germs.
I started thinking about all the germs that had in head, hands, the germs that ran on the seats of the train, those on the meter at the bottom of my bag that I support anywhere, on the handrail of the stairs at the university.
I felt like Howard Hughes.
I thought back to last year when I was kindly offered some free samples of gel Amuchina, capable, in their view, to neutralize any germs present on the palm of the hand in 15 seconds.
That is stuff that I'm passing tissue on the hands and chest to operate a commuter in conditions of absolute hygiene. I also thought about buying but then I was only four and five minutes to € germ-trotting toward the train was going back home through the fog of rice and a pale moon is also blurred by the germs.
And 'I do not feel ready yet to take me behind the t-shirt to support the seats of the train, I'm so old intolerant of deviance in the world.
"It seemed that he had no companions in the universe, and that he enjoyed so alone;
it also seemed that it did not need the other company in the morning and the ether to play with. [...]
Master air, it seemed to regard with the land only for an egg hatched some time ago in the cleft of a steep rock
-or was it built its nest in the primary of a cloud, woven with the ornaments of the rainbow and the sunset, and lined the soft summer steam, taken from the earth.
Today its nest on some steep cloud. "
Walden-Life in the woods-pg 392
namely:
when the Sabbath evening for a few minutes you find yourself among people of a century ago and you close the belly shot
Regarding the high school years, a period that many indicate in their existence as a golden age of happiness and great throttle partying, I can simply say that despite everything I enjoyed it.
In spite of that hide friends wrong, impossible love, longing for the world around them unnecessary, prolonged listening to Creep by Radiohead, the use of military trousers, shoes with safety pins, attendance of high school with a national Outbuildings etc.. etc..
Although since then has grown and exceeded all una serie di cose per cui il mio cuore era solito cadere in pezzi, nonostante tutto , accade che, nei luoghi della movida notturna di seattle, circondata da quel panorama di individui che popolava i miei anni delle superiori (compagni, conoscenti, emeriti sconosciuti incrociati nei corridoi e nelle lunghe e ipnotiche vasche sul corso), lo stomaco mi si stringa in una ferrea morsa e improvvisamente mi ritrovi catapultata in quegli anni senza scudo e senza corazza, quando a tutti riusciva di leggere la mia diversità di prospettive senza che me ne accorgessi.
E’ una scemenza da adolescenti lo so, e anche un periodo troppo lungo che necessiterebbe di maggior punteggiatura.
Lo scrivo perché iersera ho interagito con un personaggio di quegli anni che dopo pochi secondi di scialba conversazione ha dato uno sguardo di disapprovazione alle mie scarpe senza tacco, ai miei normalissimi jeans, ha giudicato il mio rimmel un po' sbavato di fine serata, e mi ha congedato semplicemente voltando il suo drink in un'altra direzione.
In altre circostanze l'avrei sicuramente mandata a ca**re.
Eppure ieri per qualche strana coincidenza cosmica mi sono ritrovata a pensare a quella vita lontana del liceo e a quel binario su cui sarei potuta saltare a piedi pari diventando più happy hour e meno impegnat-iva, emozionandomi per cose altre rispetto a ipotetici collegamenti tra Calvino and Thoreau.
Secondly I discussed the fact that the university, albeit in a whirlwind two-legged beings light years away from me, I seem to wear armor glittering thoughts, readings, dreams, songs and stories that prevents any low blow Every look bad and keeps me going head on.
Contact with people of a century ago, however, this armor seems to crumble and I'm only one with the wrong shoes and the warmth out of place, as if I were attending a big party where everyone can do very well without the my presence, you're just a person, what you do or how you live does not matter.
The high school years are over for me by a piece, enclosed in square brackets and sharp, almost all ties and contact details changed forever.
There are greetings and kisses to give away but just wanted to be somewhere else, with friends today, the laughter of today, the clothes of today and the last shell remedied.
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Oggi camminavo per Seattle senza scopo alcuno se non quello di camminare e ascoltare musica.
E’ una delle libertà che ho deciso di prendermi prima dell’inizio delle lezioni e della milanite e del pendolarismo.
Considerando che ieri l’ho passato a letto bloccata da un bastardissimo dolore alla cervicale, la settimana di libertà ha ancora quattro giorni e mezzo da offrirmi che ho intenzione di trascorrere nel miglior modo possibile person or by quiet.
I realize that despite the years that I spend most of my days worried about something, a goal, a problem to be addressed, a situation that is wrong.
always constantly on the run, stretched like a rubber band ready to launch somewhere.
Or are angry about how the world works and how things go.
For the feeling of utter helplessness, to count less than zero in the great party game. Can not do anything to change the events seriously.
It 's hard to say what I will be great (because they are difficult to come to the conclusion that for me a job is worth the other, I have ambitions of career woman and I do not give anything a rewarding professional life. I just have a decent job that is not cheating people or steal money to someone, otherwise what is is).
It 'just as hard to guess if I really find the giant x final direction towards which my stretch and jump.
Today, however, walking in a city like Seattle transparent, following the notes of music I felt really calm . Despite everything I still have the ability to pull outside, to judge whether something is right or wrong in my point of view, to be clear about what I would not ever be.
As you can steal pieces, as you could put into question, much as they always finish you off another spanner in the works, consistency and conviction to do the right thing gifts are important and should not be underestimated.
Mai.