here & elsewhere
Nov. 6th, 2001 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantthe buses in their underground tunnels at the station sound like nothing so much as wind whistling around.
and last night the wind howling unevenly at the windows sounded like nothing so much as the ocean. which i miss. mom mentions potential seaside trips during xmas break. i sigh and decline: however will i see the many things there are to see, if i am instead at the sea? but i miss it. the grey thrashing basket of weather.
i wore my new red coat out. it is cozy. i met c for lunch with aaron and we talked about hiring naked maids. that "something extra".
i napped in the coop on the deep velvet couches, and the piped classical music became a confusion of voices, a ribbon of sound & noise woven through my undream. when i woke i was convinced i had been shouting the entire time. i read part of phillip roth's human stain. it is set in 1998. it talks of familiar times that i hate to think of as past.
this sunday we are seeing a live performance of mozart's requiem!! it thrills me. ranks of exquisite voices echoing in the big brick building that has composers' busts ranked along the parapets. it looks like a cathedral but it is a temple of sound. the lachrymosa and the benedictus and the rex and all the rest for a piddling sixteen dollars.
and last night the wind howling unevenly at the windows sounded like nothing so much as the ocean. which i miss. mom mentions potential seaside trips during xmas break. i sigh and decline: however will i see the many things there are to see, if i am instead at the sea? but i miss it. the grey thrashing basket of weather.
i wore my new red coat out. it is cozy. i met c for lunch with aaron and we talked about hiring naked maids. that "something extra".
i napped in the coop on the deep velvet couches, and the piped classical music became a confusion of voices, a ribbon of sound & noise woven through my undream. when i woke i was convinced i had been shouting the entire time. i read part of phillip roth's human stain. it is set in 1998. it talks of familiar times that i hate to think of as past.
this sunday we are seeing a live performance of mozart's requiem!! it thrills me. ranks of exquisite voices echoing in the big brick building that has composers' busts ranked along the parapets. it looks like a cathedral but it is a temple of sound. the lachrymosa and the benedictus and the rex and all the rest for a piddling sixteen dollars.
