October 28th, 2008
Memories
There are so many ways that one can look at a situation. Take for instance, my predilection for brown-bagging it in parks alone while listening to the more melancholy selection of Final Fantasy piano arrangements. Some people would say that these are signs of antisocial tendencies, the rather immature and depressing behavior of fool absorbed with his own drama and dwelling on the past. Then again, I could say that this is proof that I truly am a romantic, deeply in love with life and the moments I’ve been fortunate to share. Unfortunately the paucity of supermarkets in the city center of Wien makes this less than ideal. I’m short on cheese and sufficient apparel, it’s about fifty-four but the wind is picking up, making it feel a lot more like somewhere in the forties. Though not completely removed from the sounds of construction and traffic, I do have an eight euro bottle of Riesling which I bought from a very attending wine seller across the street from the University of Vienna.
Sometimes I wonder how old I will have to get before I can attain closure and resign myself to the truth about the difference between being in love with a person and being in love with a concept. Maybe experience will never bring me the answer, maybe it requires a degree of emotional training.
It’s funny how what’s important to you changes, or doesn’t with time. Cartoons and toys disappear as one grows from dreaming about doing to the act of doing itself. Parks, buildings, and slow, quiet hours that once were boring now become yearned for. Yet…
