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The unbearable lightness of sorrow In IM, that most artificial yet critical of pathways towards sharing information I received a pop-up and link from krisleathers that my home away from home culinarily speaking is on fire and thank the gods there is not one hurt as the staff are longtime friends and one in particular, Richard, who is Lebanese, and really um likes me though he is married and faithful bless him but the flirtation is merciless anyway I digress because they are all allright but I found myself crying small prickly tears and oddly I had had a fleeting thought of having supper there on Sunday to commemorate my 7-monthiversary which some might find ironic but it is nice to me to know that I will never have to wonder how I got home from Original Joes's. not ever again. and then this lead wall sort of obscured my feelings and I wanted to cry, because I so rarely do these days when I say "I cry" it is usually a crippled abortive thing. which is frustrating like a sneeze gone back or premature withdrawal. emotional<b> blue balls </font></b>I do not need. so I cheat. there are a few things that can make me cry. and I pull out a big gun. Grieg can always get me, and Ase’s Lament is a good one. SO I find a really heart hemorrhaging version on YouTube, which is great. I have some really tight associations with this piece from my work understudying a play called “The People’s Temple” which was about the stories of the Jonestown massacre. I also have a really pretty awesome memory of listening to it in the dim gloaming of an Oslo evening with a nice glass of red wine (back when I still imbibed such things) and listening to a gorgeously stormy rendition with an Actual Norwegian hosting the whole thing. And still it makes me cry. I am fairly sure that I am not crying about the fire in my fave restaurant per se And even as the hopefully cathartic tears start to come Things get freaky around me The roomie is feigning some huge breakdown Even as between slams and screams she fields phone calls. Please let this day roll by! |
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