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Blair Hall Apts., on the Feast of St. Aristedes
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tryogeru and then went to see the movie 2046, which had gorgeous cinematography, excellent acting, and interesting premise. I enjoyed it despite the nagging feeling that I didn't really understand it. Also, the pacing was molasses-slow, and while a part of me was in awe at watching, say, Tony Leung portray his heart breaking in the most subtle shifts in facial musculature, but alas, the part of me that got up at 5:30 this morning to go exercise in the park with my father didn't quite appreciate it so much. (Father and I've gone out exercising at ungodly hours of the morning before--a tradition left over from high school--but never as early as 5:30. My family's caught the Korean "well-being" health craze. Ugh.)
Tryo-chan and I walked the thirty blocks between Koreatown (near Herald Square) and the movie theater (near Lincoln Center). It was cathartic; I felt that everything that I'd missed about New York was somehow restored to me again. The sensation of walking along busy streets surrounded by endlessly tall skyscrapers, the very New York character of the buildings whether they be old or new, the certain knowledge that I was in a city again. It was sunny and hot and humid enough for the walk to be not quite comfortable, but I didn't regret it at all. Later, on my way home, I walked along the south edge of Central Park to get to the 59th and 5th subway station, the same route we used to take when we were coming home from that math course at Columbia, senior year in high school. Ah, nostalgia. I don't consider myself a writer, but I do wish that one day I'll find the words to describe the feeling of walking in Manhattan again, after nearly two years of living elsewhere. Or at least find a writer who's already done so.
( Original, 31 days, The Book )
An afterthought to the fic: I often make stupid attempts at being "symbolic" or whatnot, but this fic is utterly straightforward. That is, a description of my relationship to certain books in my life.
Yours &c.
Ate lunch with
tryogeru and then went to see the movie 2046, which had gorgeous cinematography, excellent acting, and interesting premise. I enjoyed it despite the nagging feeling that I didn't really understand it. Also, the pacing was molasses-slow, and while a part of me was in awe at watching, say, Tony Leung portray his heart breaking in the most subtle shifts in facial musculature, but alas, the part of me that got up at 5:30 this morning to go exercise in the park with my father didn't quite appreciate it so much. (Father and I've gone out exercising at ungodly hours of the morning before--a tradition left over from high school--but never as early as 5:30. My family's caught the Korean "well-being" health craze. Ugh.)Tryo-chan and I walked the thirty blocks between Koreatown (near Herald Square) and the movie theater (near Lincoln Center). It was cathartic; I felt that everything that I'd missed about New York was somehow restored to me again. The sensation of walking along busy streets surrounded by endlessly tall skyscrapers, the very New York character of the buildings whether they be old or new, the certain knowledge that I was in a city again. It was sunny and hot and humid enough for the walk to be not quite comfortable, but I didn't regret it at all. Later, on my way home, I walked along the south edge of Central Park to get to the 59th and 5th subway station, the same route we used to take when we were coming home from that math course at Columbia, senior year in high school. Ah, nostalgia. I don't consider myself a writer, but I do wish that one day I'll find the words to describe the feeling of walking in Manhattan again, after nearly two years of living elsewhere. Or at least find a writer who's already done so.
( Original, 31 days, The Book )
An afterthought to the fic: I often make stupid attempts at being "symbolic" or whatnot, but this fic is utterly straightforward. That is, a description of my relationship to certain books in my life.
Yours &c.
