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Mar. 12th, 2003 07:38 pmI have been getting lots of salads from a restaurant inside my building lately, for lunch break. But today, oh today, I had to make an excuse to get lunch from somewhere outside the building.
The light is harsher, but in this really sadistically happy way. That doesn't seem to make sense, except in the way that a sibling or a parent comes to wake you, roughly, giggling madly, saying, "Get UP! Get up! Wake wake wake wakey. The world is ending, there's the coolest thing you have to see now, it's Christmas, it's New Year's it's -"
And you get up, because you have no choice. You've been woken.
And that's what the air was like, it smacked around corners in chilly little gusts, warmed with the light that was yellow tinged with the reflective blue of Chicago glass, that light blue I see everywhere here downtown and places elsewhere.
The smells in the air - the fact that there were smells, food cooking, car exhaust, salt from the roads, men's cologne, someone's shampoo. An olfactory nightmare that had me breathing deep and smiling.
I let the breeze lift up my hair and lift out the heat and staleness of office life. For a moment, I was buoyed, I was free and clear, I was out of school for the summer, I was pining over some cute sweet thing, I was looking up and around me like a fucking tourist.
The light is harsher, but in this really sadistically happy way. That doesn't seem to make sense, except in the way that a sibling or a parent comes to wake you, roughly, giggling madly, saying, "Get UP! Get up! Wake wake wake wakey. The world is ending, there's the coolest thing you have to see now, it's Christmas, it's New Year's it's -"
And you get up, because you have no choice. You've been woken.
And that's what the air was like, it smacked around corners in chilly little gusts, warmed with the light that was yellow tinged with the reflective blue of Chicago glass, that light blue I see everywhere here downtown and places elsewhere.
The smells in the air - the fact that there were smells, food cooking, car exhaust, salt from the roads, men's cologne, someone's shampoo. An olfactory nightmare that had me breathing deep and smiling.
I let the breeze lift up my hair and lift out the heat and staleness of office life. For a moment, I was buoyed, I was free and clear, I was out of school for the summer, I was pining over some cute sweet thing, I was looking up and around me like a fucking tourist.
