It's been exactly a month to the day since i last wrote something here. it felt a little pointless, a little uninspired.
i took some time off to find that excitement that got me clicking away on my worn down keyboard, the same way that one's legs need reacquainting when one has been off the bicycle for extended periods of time. writing here is probably the closest i would come to being in the shoes of some unknown writer holed up in a brownstone somewhere along the tree lined streets in the west village of new york city. and the keyboard on my trusty old laptop would have to suffice for the the lack of that mechanical "charm" of typewriters from days gone by.
it's a rainy evening here in brooklyn; 57 degrees out no less at the end of december for no good reason. with the promise of sunshine and an early morning stroll in central park, i couldn't ask for more even if i wanted. there's ample food in my belly, tatum's tunes have never sounded so good to my ears and i get to spend time with an someone i truly appreciate - this moment is pretty much perfect.
for a split second i remembered this is right where i started. i lived to record these moments in writing so one day i'd be able to revisit them and relive these precious memories. somehow it makes up for all those not so good ones. while it is true that we should always try to live our lives in the present tense, nostalgia done tastefully has that same effect as frying chicken - it just tend to make you feel better about life.
+listening to: i've got a world on a string by art tatum
