Met up with J. for coffee yesterday, hadn't seen him for a couple of weeks. He looked pale behind thick sun glasses in an indoor cafe.
"How are you?" I asked him.
"In your opinion?"
"Have you tried to go to school? It has been more than two months."
"No. I don't feel like doing anything at all. Already I made an effort to come out to see you."
Dr. Cox: Nothing ever changes. The artist formerly known as Prince is still just Prince, my ex-wife is still pretty much my wife, Grey's Anatomy always wraps up every episode with some cheesy voice-over that ties together all of the story lines, which incidentally is my least favorite device on television, Newbie continually will try to violate my no-touching policy... (Looks around) ...and Republicans will forever try to raise...
"And you? How are you holding up? The trip to Paris didn't sound good."
"I am holding it up. I spent Wednesday lying in bed and being angry at everything, but that was my break-down day. I am back to my normal life again."
"You put back your mask you mean?"
"If you wish."
"But you don't wear your mask with me. I am happy about it."
"Be happy."
Mom called and told me that she hadn't been sleeping because she could not get the paper for me. I said one insomniac in the circle was enough, and we were pulling the strings here. Things will finally work out, it takes time. I choose to spend a lot of time in solitude: only to clean the flat, fold the laundries, organize documents, watch "Scrubs" and check the forecast. I have more than two suitcases now because of some new papers, and an entire liter of unopened Johnnie Walker Red Label. I am not a destructive person, just yet to be anywhere close to being constructive.
(originally posted on August 13, 2008 - Wednesday 00:17)
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