The summers in Boro Park are empty. Everyone flees from Brooklyn to the Catskills, and with them goes the excitement and the pace of city life. Luckily, one has music and books to distract from the lack of entertainment on the streets. For me, this means a renewed love of Kafka.
Even with this reading to distract me, the summers always make me feel like I am sitting and waiting. I can't help but get the sense that I'm on the edge of something great, but something that isn't quite revealed at the present time. Maybe this is because summers have always been the time when the world comes to a complete stand still; no duties, no burdens, simply sitting and relaxing all day. This "no duties, no burdens" is exactly what bothers me, though. Sitting around is much more tiring than doing something, that's for sure. Luckily, I will be going to Montreal on Sunday afternoon, and will hopefully move about to kill this boredom.
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I can read your boredom and hear it in your words. You have never been one to sit still. But you always found something to fill the gaps even when you sat still. You also always had something just around that corner waiting to do in your life. Be Safe and G-D Bless. Love Mom
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