Tuesday, August 14, 2012

a difference

There is no urgency here, I felt, a week a go; only routine, the practice of subways and the complete  lack of control to arrive anywhere faster. This city dictates your speed and impresses on you a stillness, a deep breath in the hollowed moments of transit.
and then
The smell in seattle is lovely and the passing of time feels natural, not demarcated by train timetables or event schedules but coffees. There are plum trees and sideboard houses but I still do not think I could live there: it is too light and there is nothing to push against, to lean your weight into, it is gliding.