If an alien ship were to hover above my New York City block, and with its super scientific x-ray powers could see into every apartment on Perry Street, I wonder how many people the aliens would find sitting alone and thinking?
That is what I often do at night here in the city when it is too dark and hot to walk outside, and when I don't have plans with my friends. I have a television, but most evenings I prefer to put on some music, sit in bed with my laptop, and discover things. I look at pictures on facebook, read the news, and Wikipedia diseases, languages, events in history, schools . . . the time seems to fly by.
Tonight I am reading a book of short stories by an author called Miranda July that Caitlin gave to me when she visited this weekend. So far I have only read one. It was very interesting, and ultimately rather refreshing to be able to read a story with a beginning, middle, and end in half an hour. Books are difficult because you have to stop and start and stop and start; short stories are compact, but still powerful. I'm looking forward to reading more of this collection.
Today I walked home from work for the second day in a row. Why take the subway when the weather is nice? I enjoy being part of the rush hour bustle on the sidewalks. It makes me wish that I could walk more easily around Durham. How I miss the days of living on campus!
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