Moving For The Sake Of Motion

I'm in the city again but I return back to suburbia soon due to work. I've spent the last few days here, as I do when I have my days off. It's just sort of an escape and I get to relax a bit.

Yesterday I spent the whole day drinking tea while reading Sartre and Vonnegut. Sometimes curled up in bed like a cat soaking in the sun. Sometimes on the couch with a watchful eye on the anti-climatic storm outside that made everything wool grey and damp. That night I called up Julian after he got off work and we went to a local jazz club to drink, chat and watch some live jazz music. Afterwards we walked around and ended up at Fran's to eat something at 1 am then we both went home.

This summer I have really some to appreciate jazz. It's like standing in a crowd. Each instrument is like a person having an individual conversation, but when you tune out slightly it comes together in a formation of sound. It's all distinct but blends together.

It's about five more weeks until I'm living here full time. Embarking on my schedule that is about as spastic as a jazz song, or rather that my head is filled with a thousand spastic ideas or a thousand thoughts about not having any ideas. Bouncing from one coffee shop to the next. Being loyal to the local pubs and bars then navigating back home though the gridlike streets late at night. Looking down at the cars below my window. Moving at a controlled speed together, but separate lives and separate destinations withing each vehicle.

Right now I'm about to embark on my own. Back to the town I grew up in.