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I met up with an old friend for lunch today and met her at my former place of employment (to those longtime readers, she will be remembered as Poet Coworker). When I walked into the door, I first encountered Red the Attorney who I hadn't seen in nearly two years who was very happy and excited to see me and we had only a 3 minute conversation but it felt intensely because she is so highly charismatic. I forgot that. I forgot that I wrote her into a scene in my first novel, I was so intrigued by her personality and I have this strange catalog of random memories and interactions with her. Funny, those people in your life who are influential in these tiny discreet ways, despite not really being close to you in the overall scheme of personal chronology.
I had this friend in college that I knew for maybe all of 6 months really, but we had such intense interactions and he was a rather strange figure who marked my brain in such a way that he would show up in my dreams for years after. I know he moved back to Louisiana, but occasionally on the streets downtown I look for him. Or I suppose rather, someone passes me who reminds me of him, and then for a few blocks I examine people more closely for further resemblances.
Though the magic of googling, I think I just learned he's a doctoral student at Tulane. Now I have to consider if I will take it a step further and contact him. Damn it, internet. You have ruined my ability to wistfully imagine chance encounters of past figures by bringing me the tools to stalk them.
In Other NewsTM, I've gotten Beyonce's "Irreplaceable" stuck in my head 6 times, every day, for the past week and a half.
I had this friend in college that I knew for maybe all of 6 months really, but we had such intense interactions and he was a rather strange figure who marked my brain in such a way that he would show up in my dreams for years after. I know he moved back to Louisiana, but occasionally on the streets downtown I look for him. Or I suppose rather, someone passes me who reminds me of him, and then for a few blocks I examine people more closely for further resemblances.
Though the magic of googling, I think I just learned he's a doctoral student at Tulane. Now I have to consider if I will take it a step further and contact him. Damn it, internet. You have ruined my ability to wistfully imagine chance encounters of past figures by bringing me the tools to stalk them.
In Other NewsTM, I've gotten Beyonce's "Irreplaceable" stuck in my head 6 times, every day, for the past week and a half.
