I want to live in a world where it's okay not to leave your apartment, where you direct most of your gaze at the television and occasionally out the window. You look at the people who walk on the sidewalk and cross the street. You make up stories about their lives, their destinations and reasons.
You try to gauge what the temperature is like.
You turn back to the wall, the location of an abstract charcoal drawing you made in a beginner art class, a drawing you like but no one else seems to. You put it on the wall to take the blah away. And it worked. It's between the Rothko and the Hopper.
There's you.
Now you glance beside your television. You stack your dvd's there. They seem stagnant and unused. They are. You think that is worth changing. That is worth moving for. You start the movement.
What are you in the mood for?
Something intense, something depressing, something light, something realistic, something relatable. You want to meet characters in the film that you've met in real life. And the minute the movie's over you glance back out your window to see if you can find any of the characters you've been recently acquainted with.
You can't.
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