from this room i can see the ben franklin bridge over the delaware. the PSFS building looms (philadelphia science fiction society? philadelphia savings fund society.)
this is the first time i've been alone with my parents since. a long time. probably summer 2006. after 4th of july and before granny and poppa came to live with us. before i went to france.
the cavs won. nicholas cage won (dad was watching national treasure). i have the race course map open in the background. i ran into eranda and pavel at the convention. i might try and run with them for a while.
the 15th floor (box) is interesting because it's a vantage point but removed. the room is split in half, my parents on one side and me on the other. it feels overweight in their direction, like i'm not enough mind and body to hold this side down. i didn't feel like that in the caribbean in a double bed on the bow end of the starboard side. that reminds me, i should look through my old notebooks when i go home next week. this is the first time i'm looking forward to going home in a while.
the deeper of the cuts on my hand closed up and started hurting today. i think that means it's getting better, rather than worse. does looking in an open cut count as introspection? (no)
this unbalance in the room could be offset if my aunt and uncle come tomorrow. i think they will. and we're going to the barnes foundation and something romana for dinner. supposèdly it's a good italian restaurant. i'll have to exercise restraint not to eat wrong for the race. i think i can do that. i think i will do that.
speaking of thinking and willing and doing: post, read (fowles), sleep.
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