I wish not to go to work today and make Frappucinos. I wish to go to the ocean and look out and down.
At night the Charles is eerily black and shimmering. It makes me think of the Liffey in Dublin. The blackness, the motion, the reflection of the nighttime city lights and the low buildings of an old city. A reflective liquid void.
Last night I took my brother to Harvard Square. We saw the Ivy Leaguers in their sunglasses, their H sweatshirts. They are tools, but I ate Pinnochio's Pizza. Mmm.