odds n' ends
どこでもいいよ
This is a list of windows I liked.
Through the first window, the initial phrase that came to mind was nostalgic sunlight. Not a personal nostalgia, but something much older than I. As it strikes the corners of the travel brochure someone left behind, the latter curls up a little, as if stretching after a late noon nap. It casts long shadows across my parents’ blue-tinted wedding photo. The image is newly dusted, though I don’t think my father has smiled so brightly on camera since. The date on the bottom reads 1989. It was always a gamble, whether that second window would close properly. Perhaps it was something more than RNG that rendered it open when I screamed fuck you at some poor passerby taking a stroll that night. Or sometimes it would be closed so that we can still sing songs, written by other people, for other people. Those hours were a little chaotic, but nice. Yakult drinks were nice. The squid snacks were nice. The third window was never really cleaned properly. When someone says New York City, it is always about the brilliant, bold things they meticulously polished, rehearsed a thousand times in front of a mirror only to drink away at some dimly-lit bar one September night. It is never the quiet, forgettable things, musings that ease up their scrunched eyebrows as they rest their heads for a short respite. But I tell myself that sometimes, this dirty window is kind. Sometimes, when the scenery outside is dark and I am the only person on this train, the lights across my city cast through this murky veil look like fireflies. Comments are closed.
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