its not every day
that you are sitting on a park bench, waiting at an airport, bus stop, or just browsing through a book store that you spot someone reading a book that you just finished, and it catches your eye. or maybe its a book that you read a while back but distinctly remember the fine book cover. you tend to grow some sort of respect for that other person reading your book and you want to come up to them and tell them how great it is and lets have coffee, because you probably have alot more in common than just a book.
well today something odd happened. i was waiting for the muni on my way to downtown from work. i was sitting on a muni bench reading. About 15 minutes later, the girl who was sitting next to me the entire time opens her book and guess what, same fucking book. even the same cover and old raggedy used book store look just like i have. she didn't even glance at me as i tried to give her some look of recognition, some ironic shrug, a smile of acceptance even. i don't think she even knew i was there. which makes the situation so much more interesting to me.
is it possible that things happen for a reason, or is coincidence the answer to all of life's such questions. i think that if there were a reason that this girl at the bus stop was reading the same exact book that i was, it would be that its a damn good book, i think Kurt Vonnegut would agree. but is it something more than just good taste in books?
there is this new show on the CW, i think, its called 6 degrees, i think. its basically about 6 different people living in New York City and although they live their separate lives they are all somehow connected to each other. its an ok show. and i wonder, are we really all connected by just 6 people? ok maybe not 6, maybe 7 or even 8. is it possible that there can be a map of everyone in the whole wide world with connections to one another through friends, acquaintances, neighbors? is everyone connected kind of like a big anti-virtual myspace rendition of friends and top 8s?
i really just wonder if this girl bought her book in the same rackety old book store in the mission district as i did. i already forgot the cross streets, but i remember the smell.
currently reading
"Slaughter House-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut
"You Shall Know Our Velocity!" by Dave Eggars
"Timothy McSweeney's"
well today something odd happened. i was waiting for the muni on my way to downtown from work. i was sitting on a muni bench reading. About 15 minutes later, the girl who was sitting next to me the entire time opens her book and guess what, same fucking book. even the same cover and old raggedy used book store look just like i have. she didn't even glance at me as i tried to give her some look of recognition, some ironic shrug, a smile of acceptance even. i don't think she even knew i was there. which makes the situation so much more interesting to me.
is it possible that things happen for a reason, or is coincidence the answer to all of life's such questions. i think that if there were a reason that this girl at the bus stop was reading the same exact book that i was, it would be that its a damn good book, i think Kurt Vonnegut would agree. but is it something more than just good taste in books?
there is this new show on the CW, i think, its called 6 degrees, i think. its basically about 6 different people living in New York City and although they live their separate lives they are all somehow connected to each other. its an ok show. and i wonder, are we really all connected by just 6 people? ok maybe not 6, maybe 7 or even 8. is it possible that there can be a map of everyone in the whole wide world with connections to one another through friends, acquaintances, neighbors? is everyone connected kind of like a big anti-virtual myspace rendition of friends and top 8s?
i really just wonder if this girl bought her book in the same rackety old book store in the mission district as i did. i already forgot the cross streets, but i remember the smell.
currently reading
"Slaughter House-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut
"You Shall Know Our Velocity!" by Dave Eggars
"Timothy McSweeney's"
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