Sitting

If there was a world that felt as magical as the one in my head, I think I might be much more content. Sometimes all it takes is putting in my headphones and that’s enough to transport me somewhere else. I’m sitting in reality, but music makes everything seem somewhat other. Like stardust could blow off the roof of the building across the street and float and sparkle in the air with cartoon drawings of fantastical characters like in that commercial on television.

This endeavor is proving tough. I’m not terribly good at self-discipline. When I really want something, it’s easy, because in that case at least there’s a goal. When I’m just making myself do something for the sake of doing it, it’s much harder to sit down for three hours at a time and make my brain focus. It doesn’t even need to focus so much as create imaginative brilliance out of thin air.

The Belgian guy that comes into the shop all the time is wearing lavender shoes today. Yesterday they were royal blue. If he wasn’t attractive and look pretty constantly like he just stepped off of a yacht, he’d never get away with it. The warm smile and the perfect French accent help too. I used to make his triple espresso and medium cappuccino. Now I’m sitting here in another capacity watching him walk away down the street. I wonder where life and his J. Crew polos will take him... I wonder where life and my Old Navy t-shirts will take me...