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August 21, 2004

a sentimental journey

I finally got to see the man who lives in the derelict house next to me. I was sitting in the stairs and he was going down his. We were close enough not to have to yell, though in previously imagined circumstances we had to. He said hello and I asked, what’s going on. “Taking out the trash… a sentimental journey!”

I never really experienced love at first sight, only sometimes I get the auditive equivalent. But I wasn’t sure I heard him right, and realized my infatuation, if it was due to pursue, could very well be based on nothing but a mishearing. I imagined myself explaining this to him, many months from now, he’s laughing in my arms. In turns he tells me about his sentimental trash - pieces of an old computer, or relics from highschool… As all these thoughts occur to me of course I forget to continue the conversation; he soon has reached the alley to dispose of his plastic bags.

And so it went. I walked back inside to listen to music, lyrics in portuguese so I can mishear all I want, and wondered why I was born so shy.

Posted by nathalie at August 21, 2004 7:15 PM

Comments

one of the worst things about houston is how the architecture is hostile to random encounters and conversations. maybe i’m just sad because town and country mall finally shut down for good, after being in constant endless decline since the grand opening.

Posted by: chris on August 21, 2004 10:14 PM