le sigh
i was somewhat inspired by the warm fuzzy-ness i was left with after the movie to be a little odd, in hopefully a nice way. for the last month or two, as i drive home from work, there is a window which i pass that happens to be constantly lit as i pass it, which at the odd hours i work is a little mysterious. all you can really glimpse in the few seconds a drive-by offers is a desk, lamp and top of a head. so, i came home (past the lit window), and wrote a note. it went something like:
dear mysterious window person,
every night as i drive home from work your window is inexplicably ablaze. what is it you're doing there? perhaps you're writing what will one day be known as a great work of fiction. perhaps you studying to be a doctor who will cure disease. maybe you can't sleep. whatever it is that keeps your window lit so regularly at such odd hours, i hope that your dilligence and hard work pay off.
and then i went and stuck it in their postbox. because i knew if i left it i'd end up being lame and not drop it off at all.
also: this may or not be forever etched onto my body. i'll give you a hint: it so is.
3 comments:
Do you realise it's your desire to read the world as a blog that has you posting "comments" in people's letterboxes in the middle of the night?
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wow. i never thought of it like *that*
I think that's utterly wonderful. I should love for someone to leave a mysteriously anonymous letter in my postbox. How romantic.
Also - Charlotte Gainsbourg. Pretty, yes, but far too skinny in my opinion. I just want to feed her before she blows away on the breeze or gives someone a paper cut.
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