024Elsewhere
sometimes I ache to be someone else somewhere different.
its hard to explain more exactly than that. because its not a dissatisfaction - im mostly okay with who I am at the moment, and quite okay with where I am.
its just this odd feeling that there could have been other options.
would they be better? i dunno.
im listening to people talk through a window. even through the glass, it feels loud and crowded.
i dont need to be listening through the window. im welcome inside. but even through the glass, its loud and crowded.
nobody else seems to think so.
do they not? or are they all just marvellous actors?
nobody has noticed that i'm sitting outside yet. eventually i think someone will realise the absence of space taken inside the room, but for now i have time to sit and write and listen to words indistinct through the glass.
its odd to feel out of place, but not bothered by that.
im paradoxical. I'd rather be at home, but i'm glad I tagged along.
all the same, there is somewhere i'd rather be right now. or, someone i'd rather be somewhere with.
a handful of cigarettes and a camera can take you so many places, i think.