I camp on the couch. I awaken to a house dark and silent. I seem unable to extract hot water so I forego a shower. I try to explore why I feel so restless and in need of departure. I decide it has to do with the intimate annoyances of family. They can't help it. I can't stand it.
The place isn't dark and quiet like a tomb. It's just dark when lights aren't on. What's really missing is noise. No one's put on any music. No one's engaged in conversation. My mother quietly reads the paper. My brother quietly reads at a computer. Communication is spare, soft, and, worst of all, tentative in spirit. I just have to get out of there. So I do.
I sit outside Hey! Cafe on Magazine St. because every spot inside is filled with someone and their laptop. I've ordered nothing. I'll carry on shortly. It's a nicely funky neighborhood full of somewhat hip people. It's cool, I like it here. But they're all younger than me. I am sliding swiftly into the older generation, and this fate was made clear by Alden's celebration of life yesterday.
I'll carry on and find somewhere with table space.
(I'm not writing this at Regroup16 mainly because I haven't yet set up a WordPress app on my phone.)
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