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read between the lines
'lofty' ideas i've always wanted to live in a loft. my own little personal hiding place. the minimalist furniture (simple yet sleek), the slightly dim yet reader-friendly glow of warm lights (comforting), a flat, non-sagging bed (and a bath instead of a shower) for once and john mayer's room for squares playing in the background.of course a view from some high vantage point of the city would be great, but...i can do with teak-panelled walls and simple portraits of abstract art. the daybed would be in this corner. a baby grand piano would be the centrepiece. and i would be playing all night instead of sitting here trying to find the next best substitute of an anodyne. the neighbours would just have to put up with it. i don't know what i'd be working as...a fiction writer or blank verse poet with time flexible enough to take walks with my dog through parks or late-night jaunts down city blocks? i can't imagine wearing glasses though. maybe i'd be a freelance song composer. the other temporary bearable mindtrip destination would be in some caucasian countryside where the only house around for miles is mine with my five animal farm (consisting of horses, sheep and five border collies) and grassy knolls all around, the kind you lie your back on amongst daisies to look at puffy white clouds all day. i say temporarily bearable because my grandma does live in such a nowhere place, but the grass is prickly and ant-prone, and believe me it totally sucks having nothing to entertain yourself with after awhile. another ideal is to be cruising down the highway, but i've envisaged that in this blog so many times it'd be pointless to recall. |
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