Overheard XIV

18 June 2006 at 12:00 Leave a comment

Human angst walked down the middle of my street at 7:51 this morning in the form of a young woman wearing pajama bottoms, a tank top and bare feet with her dark red dyed hair tied up in a messy topknot, crying loudly:

“What did I do?
Why the hell did you wake me up, Bill?
What did I do?
What the hell did I do wrong?
I didn’t do nothing wrong….”
[then I could no longer hear her words because she rounded a corner].

I got the impression she was following ‘Bill’ down the street, but I barely saw her (would you have stared at the poor thing?!) and never saw him.

Hope it’s not the same chick I heard a month or so ago walking the other way at night crying to her fella, “But I love you…why does it matter?”

I couldn’t hear him, but it didn’t seem to be quite good enough.

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 5 years ago

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

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