June 28, 2006


Where to live is the priveledged obsession of the week, going on second week, every day all day: country or city. warm or cold. possibly boring or decent routine. deer or best friends. unknown or known. Either way, night times blow by a-scour on Craigslist. I find a listing for someone giving away a cute plaid couch in Greensboro and take it as a sign. Romancing the idea of country idyll; an agrarian solution to a city-spiritual ill, like I am the Diane Keaton character in the movie where she starts making organic baby food and stops being a bitch, transformed by a simple life, then reborn into a success that feels holy and pure, when her baby food goes platinum.

So the real question to ask becomes: Would rural typing feel better than typing within two miles of a major museum?

Posted by Jessica at June 28, 2006 12:57 AM | TrackBack