of all the things i remember about the last time you were here, things that are now growing blurry even as we speak, i remember us walking down the stairs of my apartment building. the longest stairs ever. we were two-thirds of the way down and you exclaimed "god, i'm so bored!" as if we'd been walking down the stairs for hours.
it was a nothing throw-away line. something i should have forgotten. there were countless things that were said that i wish i could recall with that same clarity.
yesterday, i was carrying my bike up those same stairs, and about halfway up, as if you were right there, i shouted "god, i'm so BORED!" and then i laughed to myself.
i hate those stairs.
8 months ago
2 comments:
stairs are fine. women of the past haunting your skull, not fine.
unless you really do just have a problem with your stairs, in that case, you should try to work them out, you do have see them ALL the time.
soon youll be jaded on stairs and demand elevators and escalators only. which will make you appear to be lazy, which isnt a good quality for anyone to have. plus i dont think the world is quite ready for the tranistion and total banishing of what you could call,even today, "primitive stepping technology"
I hate to tell you what I think about when I walk up and down the stairs.
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