To the Roots
to be a radical is no more than that:
to go to the roots."
- josé martí
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‘tsundoku’ - the Japanese word for buying books & not reading them, leaving them to pile up.
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“I thought it was weird when you picked us to make a documentary. But, all in all, I think an ordinary paper company like Dunder Mifflin was a great...”
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my eyes hurt from crying over the office finale.
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“Do I get along with my co-workers? Well, first of all, I don’t have co-workers anymore. I have subordinates. So, have I gotten along with my...”
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<3
the experiment failed. and i’m pissed. yep, i got to see argo downtown at the living room theatre. sure, i got my library card and spent some time in powell’s. yes, i got to drive through a wicked hail storm on my way toward everett.
but that’s it. we tried to do it, tried to be friends, tried. but it’s not happening. if i looked anxious, it was because i was undecided. i was either nervous about trying to be friends, trying to cope with you being so close, with you wanting to do exactly as i do, or angry that you’re three thousand miles closer to me than you were last fucking week…
i don’t know yet.
it’ll be a while before we’ll hang out again and that’s good. we were right when we decided, two years ago, that we have no common interests, nothing that compels us toward the other. that’s all i want! sure, we have our hands, our fingers, our tongues; but this time that’s not good enough either (although we’ve tried that too!).
the city is big enough to not trip over the other. so we’ll see.
