12.14.04 - 11:22 pm

dan.
dan vs italy.
the absent vs the present. the obscured distraction and the irritating affliction.
this is an interesting battle. long unblinking stares. quiet pauses of silence.
she would rather him be here. or her there.
but what do i want? i want the keys on this keyboard to be american and not italian. the question mark is after the 0 key, and the quotation marks are above the 2. these are curious creatures indeed.
she makes fun of my pretend smoking. we had an addiction debate tonight that was anything but gentle. serious scrutiny and unattested hypocracy. shes right. absolutely right.
and no one is above addiction.
except the asshole who just now broke the glass door to the dance club im typing in.
this isnt a dance club. this is a washed out, empty has been. or never was. there isnt a single person dancing to the strokes "seven nation army" at all.
venice shuts down and becomes a nothing town of cement bricks and decaying buildings at night. but it is resurrected so very early every morning. bursting at the seams with life, activity and cold air. a very faint smell of ocean water. gray ocean water.
and venice.
and italy.
and beds that always beg you to stay just a little bit longer.