brooklyn gal for a while

movie me

Have you ever felt you were in a movie of your own life? If there was a movie about mine, it would be rather mundane, but I do occationally feel like I'm playing exactly as some director wants and everything falls into place.* The past few days are a great example. Yesturday as I was walking up 9th st, I passed a pink haired old lady, then a purple-haired one, then step, step, a blue-haired one**, all while listening to 100 years on the ipod. Then today as the Manhattan bound F pulled into the station the coney island bound one was leaving such that there was a prolonged trip-y-motion of seeing the other train's passengers all while the postal service's such great heights's intro was playing. OK, maybe these aren't the best examples, and they do rely heavily on the soundtrack of my life, but at those times it was almost a calm moment, like I am supposed to be where I am. . . and I am happy thats in NYC.


*I will be honest, a lot of these moments in the past played out while looking out the window of the T in Boston, often while crossing the Charles . . . I think this is a scene in "Good Will Hunting."
** where are all these geriatric citizens in the slope coming from?

posted by gordian knot @ Thursday, December 29, 2005