time to dream of bohemia

this city condenses me.
like living in a room with a really, really low ceiling.
I have to fight for internal space. fight not to let petty concerns crowd my internal landscape, like bad rental furniture.

being away, and away is only "away" I know because I don't live there, being away, bohemia is a life, a way of being, daily action. being here, bohemia is a condo complex on 6th.

oh, good grief. I sound depressed. I'm not. it's just time for bed.