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reasons i wish we could all stay vs. reasons i can't wait to go home, conveniently appearing in back-to-back moments earlier tonight:

moment 1: i'm out in the lounge reading when claire comes back from home to spend the night before her final tomorrow morning. i say hi to her and her father as they come in, and after he leaves and she gets settled she comes back out to the lounge to study. we each read in silence for a bit and then start talking about a great range of things: dreams, how i used to think there was a secret floor on top of my elementary school, dreams, the nature of time, hallucinations, "symbology," tardiness; i'd hoped i woud run into her tonight.

moment 2: i go back to my apartment only to find one roommate and a couple of other guys who don't live here watching some vapid movie and laughing obnoxiously. i grab an orangina, make a beeline for my room and i hardly come back out and have no plans to before sleeping.

distilled, simplified version: good conversations with interesting people vs. inane, annoying men. it's not that i want to get away from people (my usual feeling this time of year), it's that i want to get away from some of these people.


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