Sometimes I worry about how little I remember about my life, how rarely I show up in photographs, how all of the people I know are only around for a few years. I’m not remembering or recording, and neither is anyone else.
I like to walk around San Jose on the weekends. I wake up whenever I wake up (usually around 8:00 or 8:30), eat a slice of bread and an apple, shower, brush my teeth, pack a book, my iPod, a notebook, a pen, and another apple into my bag, and I leave. First, I go to the coffee shop and have a cup, read, and write (but not enough). I talk to the people there and a lot of time the music they play is good. The art on the walls is always good. I get tired of the coffee shop, though, so after a couple hours I get up and leave and just walk around. Sometimes I walk for hours and miles. I don’t care or notice; it’s a nice way to spend an afternoon. I sometimes wish is that I could meet someone along the way. I don’t expect anyone to go the whole way with me (maybe that would be nice, maybe not), but it would be nice to have some company.
Today, I’m walking alone, but today I want to walk alone. If the sun is blocked by a cloud, it’s cool. If it’s not blocked, it’s warm. I have nowhere to go but when I get hungry I’m going to sit down and eat my apple and read some more.
