everything else: semester break
dear internet,
i put my hand into my jacket pocket and found sugar crystals. the uncanny too-brightness of the sun shining through thick clouds makes me think of stage lighting. at the drugstore the cashier forgot to scan one of my items and i replied to him in german, unthinking. we lost a ticket in the museum, it slid under a display case containing a crystal skull. "we’ll get it next year," said the security guard after he’d tried to retrieve it with another ticket, with a programme booklet, with two programme booklets. later we passed him as he brushed dust off his knees. two days in a row i saw two rainbows above two central stations. how nice it is to talk to people who already know the things about you that matter. i can’t stop imagining spring in delhi, everywhere fierce orange flowers and the scream of kites. when it’s windy sometimes i don’t know if i’m crying or my eyes are watering. there’s an instagram account that chronicles sighs in the movies, and the cherry blossoms are opening. i think about the strangest things i have come to love: emptying our organic waste, train delays, the way all my sweaters have grown worn and shapeless. time is moving the only direction it can and we’re doing the same.
love,
t