these vita-wheat grain snacks are quite addictive. my tongue prickles with pepper. certainly not as tasty as the falafel roll i had from man-oosh a little earlier. the best one since marseille. even without secret 'sauce blanche'.
a beautiful weekend was had. now mark's on the train home. and i'm on the couch. we watched impressive films (the wrestler, the class), ate good food, swam with fishes, climbed rocky cliffs, sweated, and more.
now i listen to the new natacha atlas album to help decide if i go to melbourne to see her. i'm not yet convinced. but it's my first listen, track 3, ana hina (i'm here).
it's strange for this house to be so quiet. i look forward to it being peopled again. though a little quiet was nice for a few days. now i'm feeling uncertain about tonight and what to do. watch a film? go to bed early? waste hours online? i probably should read.
someone told me i seemed really settled in my new home. and it's true. i am.
this week we talk to prospective housemates. i'm uncomfortable that so many people i know are interested in the room, and that we'll have some sort of interview process whereby we meet them, then discuss and select, telling the non-chosen that we don't want them. just as well it's not my decision alone. rejection is bad, even if it's not actually rejection, and even if i'm not the rejected.
song 6 is nice. la vida callada. the quiet life.
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