Sometimes, Sailor Boy or a coworker or a stranger on the Metro notices that I seem rather far away. I’m not copyediting, or typing, or stirring the spaghetti, or noticing the blind, lame metro-rider who would like to get by me thank-you-very-much.
When that is happening, this is what it looks like in my head.
What does your mind look like when you are thinking hard?
May 31st, 2005 at 11:27 am
That’s a great picture, Diana. Definitely can see why that’s a “happy place.” Nice to have memories like that to return to when you need to contemplate, escape or just while away the time. I usually go to Miami Beach, watching the cruise ships head out to sea…or to Paris to the top of Notre Dame where I could see the entire city from Sacre Coure to La Defense.
Your pic should be in a travel magazine. = )
May 31st, 2005 at 12:25 pm
Oh, it’s not really a happy place — more like the landscape of my brain. I may be sitting in my subway car or on my couch but inside I’m perched on the edge of an enormous vista, in deep contemplation.
May 31st, 2005 at 1:28 pm
Nice! Can I come visit your brain sometime? These days my brain is so crowded I think the view probably resembles Times Square at rush hour…
May 31st, 2005 at 1:45 pm
I can picture that, Marianne. I think with me it’s a sort of excited but still Zen thing. I lose track of time, and everything feels warm, and there is so much possibility in the distance… like whole words opened up before me.
Okay, that sounds really corny. But it’s true.
June 1st, 2005 at 11:38 am
Yes, the picture and the sentiment are a perfect match.