kiss me, you're beautiful, these are surely the last days

The need for some sort of human interaction is overwhelming. Even if it's just to sit at a coffee shop at the corner of a busy intersection and watch the crowd pass by. It's like we need to be reminded that we are not alone, that there are in fact other humans going about their daily lives. Working, playing, eating, sleeping, talking, sharing, laughing, crying, being. It's as if to sit alone at home, we find ourselves gradually doubting the existence of anything beyond our own four walls. The physical enclosure becomes a psychological one.

I drove to Athens today. Wandered around Broad and College for about an hour. Found a little record shop called Wuxtry and found (and bought) a Secret Chiefs 3 album. I stopped at a coffee shop and had a chai tea latte. It was like a breath of fresh air. I felt like: Yay! Culture!

Not that Clarkesville doesn't have its own culture, but sometimes you just need to be around tattoos and piercings and dyed hair. It's always more pleasing to have a little color around you.

Now that I have ventured out and found a nice place, I feel the next step to establishing myself here is to develop a network of like-minded friends. Of the interesting and engaging variety.