i am convinced that some of the best poems were probably written in a laundromat.

while fetching my laundry earlier, this man walked in wearing sweat pants, galoshes and a worn out winter coat. i was alone up til then, feeling almost uneasy about it. he was just using the pay phone, not doing laundry or anything, and proceeded to tell the other person on the line just that. "i'm calling you from a public pay phone, because i don't have the phone where i live. how's the snow over there? here it's been pretty crazy. they hardly pick up the snow and no one dares leaving their parking spot because they are afraid of finding their spot taken when they come back. but that's because i live downtown."

he went on and i stopped listening, caught up in a reflection about how i had never actually seen myself as living downtown. i mean, sure this is not exactly the countryside and our location is somewhat central, but it is also amazingly calm. gosh, i've even slept outside a few nights on the garage roof behind my apartment when it got too hot inside during the summer and i swear you could hear crickets throughout the night.

there is something extremely interesting about hearing other people's views on places that are so familiar to you. i remember seeing my friend emmanuelle's startled expression the first time she took the bus over here. i had never even imagined that she might not know how to ring the bell to signal that she needed to get off at the next stop.

and maybe that's why children come up with the most fascinating reflections on just about anything, because everything is new to them.

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musical musing of the day : veda hille - the path of a body

dissonant vocals. impenetrable lyrics. wisdom & eloquence. all rolled into one.

i am such a beggar now
i sleep out under my own bridge
if my wealth's in what i give away
then he's a wealthy man today
i dance in rags of sheerest sheer
out on the edge of you're not here

oh precious heart you think you're lost
look down look down and find your feet
the next step is the path you're on
just don't confuse the light and heat

how can you be my destiny
when you've been here from the start
how can you be my ending
when you're already in my heart
are you the many or the one
will i know before i'm done