Friday, April 15, 2011

Glimpses.

I'm often torn between what sort of life I envision myself in.

Business suits, five-star hotels in Milan, wine with lunch. High-class relations I use to reap in more money than I could possibly spend on myself and maybe a wealthy intellectual of a husband.

Or ratty clothes and microwaved food, nothing in my one-bedroom leaky flat but a computer, balled up wads of discarded inspiration thrown around, only to picked up again once I'm dead. Perhaps never picked up at all. A life of lonely, self-righteousness. Playing footsie with a world I despise.


Both are equally romanticized,
equally miserable.

Equally ideal.


1 comment:

  1. I honestly agree with you. For some reason, the second option is quite tempting as well.

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