why do Sundays have this strange feeling. Regardless of what people do, there’s always this mellow lonely feeling – Laundry night, grocery run, to do lists and writing, this feeling lingers though. When I was kid, I remember having this sunken feeling at the pit of my stomach dreading school the next day.
meh… yesterday I had a conversation with a very interesting lady. We were talking about John Lennon and she brought up that she was in a cab on the upper west side and heard that gun shot that fatally killed John Lennon. With traffic building and a bit of commotion, she didn’t realize the victim had been Lennon until she got home and saw it on the news. I sometimes have those moments, they’re little memory files that are kept in order somehow by a certain feeling, a song, a breeze, driving route or smell.