She: "Her Grandma died, she knew she'd not be around long" ?" (she's trying to clear her throat: a male friend listening; she turns some pages in her note book, studying for a test" ?college stuff ((young pretty, unwed)) "Is this your first page? before Friday..." ? She answers him. "So you're back to writing out notes...!" ? He answers with a calm voice. (both students are studying now, not talking, she's indicated her previous study partner has shifted in his moods and she's no longer able to handle that.) "So I told..." ?" ? "Do you think she's interesting?" ? "It would be good for her to do something with a different.... That's like my worse fear in a relationship, to be devoured by it." ? With this lighthearted conversation recorded in time now (once said, it remains said), what will it create: so I think, become part of, forgotten in an hour, building blocks for the residue of creation? So I ask myself. She says, "Super helpful," ? and adds, "whatever," ? and he follows in turn... " ?I feel I'm developing..." ? She says, "You don't think they are going anywhere?" ? She says: "Medicine is not like architecture, which you see after you're done; it is one person after the other, less joy in what is, and is doing already" ? all in words spent." ? He just listens, it sounds to me she is gearing up for a dreadful career. Note: I am always surprised how loud everyone talks at the caf , as if no one is listening yet I'm sure their echoes would cross the Andes should they be in Peru. And so many people walk around the caf with cell phones talking as if no one in the world is listening. I asked myself, tell my self: they are yelling to the world everything. Are they not a little bashful, a little reserved, a ting modest. I mean I could have written several more novels just about what has been said these past ten-years I've sat at this caf and wrote my books and poetry, and whatever. As are the students and everyone else at the caf the same: tables away from me, and talking as if they are in a private room and no one is listening. We are listening, little people, and if I can hear, so can many others. #1259 3/2/06 |
