We go to the river and walk into the woods until we don’t know where we are anymore, and then we keep going until we find ourselves again. That’s more interesting than retracing our steps and starting over.
It doesn’t always work. Driving in Brno last weekend, we kept going and found ourselves in a network of streets, the names of which all began with “Z” and were generally easy on the vowels, lined with apartment buildings with fewer windowpanes than windows and construction sites where no construction was going on, and not just because it was a Saturday.
So I guess the trick is picking where to get lost. Here, in the woods by the river, in the worst case, we could just follow the river to a town or a road.
We wander like this and talk to each other. We’ve been together nearly 25 years, and we just recently started doing this, getting lost and talking.
yeah. a thousand days in someplace exotic, bah. what i would find truly romantic is someone who looked at me the way you look at alpha, like she’s the most interesting person in the room. i’d find that romantic in general, but for the first while i’d assume the person just didn’t know better yet. after twenty-five years i think i’d find it heart stopping. but like, in a good way. you should get lost together often. but in trashier shoes, maybe.
and, dude, you were in the doblo. you felt lost, but i’m sure you were totally blending in.
“Is Dobl
“one.of.us one.of.us. one.of.us…”
http://imdb.com/title/tt0022913/
it’s a good thing, isn’t it, that there’s still so much fresh territory, no matter how long you know somebody. I had forgotten that for a while. you do have to have some time and leisure to wander to find it, because we spend so much time on the well-trafficked sidewalks everyday … thank you.
gabba gabba hey.
so lovely.