so 2005 finds me in kaş, a little town on the mediterranean pond. i am working (not very hard of course) in a lovely little bar with a perfect view of the sunset between greek and turkish islands. it is important to have a time of day when someone or other points and says look, it's beautiful. yes it is. you must come here for a beer some warm afternoon.
warm? it's t-shirt weather. today we (myself and the barkeep and the barkeep's friends who are all, excepting myself, sailors not long off the boat) went to an island with a sunken city and a ruined castle. in the car on the way we listened to eminem and picked up an elderly orange-gathering hitchhiker who whistled through her teeth (all six of them) between sentences. çok güzel.
if i was going to make resolutions they would involve these small things: sea, bread, music, friends, the odd gin and tonic and a place in the sun. but i will plan no plans. i can't be arsed.
the pond is the perfect turquoise of a god's-eye charm. the sailors and i watch the wind come in; white flecks in the distance, like my name. here they announce the news in the morning over a loudspeaker: somebody passed away in the next town, there is local football up the hill in the afternoon, and many cheap fish in the market today. i stroll by and say good morning to the cats. they own this town, there's a million of them, and one perfect kitten in my pension with whom i breakfast.
life is very simple i think. they should teach you that in school.
i wish you all a magnificent year. may the tides turn (and not turn nasty, tsunami style) and the sun set on evil empires. and when it does, someone or other will point and say look, it's beautiful.
yes it is.
warm? it's t-shirt weather. today we (myself and the barkeep and the barkeep's friends who are all, excepting myself, sailors not long off the boat) went to an island with a sunken city and a ruined castle. in the car on the way we listened to eminem and picked up an elderly orange-gathering hitchhiker who whistled through her teeth (all six of them) between sentences. çok güzel.
if i was going to make resolutions they would involve these small things: sea, bread, music, friends, the odd gin and tonic and a place in the sun. but i will plan no plans. i can't be arsed.
the pond is the perfect turquoise of a god's-eye charm. the sailors and i watch the wind come in; white flecks in the distance, like my name. here they announce the news in the morning over a loudspeaker: somebody passed away in the next town, there is local football up the hill in the afternoon, and many cheap fish in the market today. i stroll by and say good morning to the cats. they own this town, there's a million of them, and one perfect kitten in my pension with whom i breakfast.
life is very simple i think. they should teach you that in school.
i wish you all a magnificent year. may the tides turn (and not turn nasty, tsunami style) and the sun set on evil empires. and when it does, someone or other will point and say look, it's beautiful.
yes it is.
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