promise me that when you're having another average, orderly day, one of these days that leaves you feeling ever so slightly suffocated, that you'll just go away.
it won't take you much time at all.
i want you to go to a bookstore, but B&N just won't do. if you're in center city, go to this messy, stale-aired, little bookstore on Sansom called Joseph Fox Book Shop. if you're not in my neighborhood, please try to find an alternative. they're everywhere (though less abundant as time and recession wear on), and i trust you can find one of your own. in Shadyside, try the back aisle at Kards Unlimited, one of my favorite places in the 412.
promise me you'll find one.
and in return i promise you that within a minute of walking in, you'll have gotten away from it all, from whatever day you were trying to get through. there's something about Joseph Fox's creaky wooden floors, its utterly disorgenized shelves, and the epitomic bookworms waiting patiently behind the counters to lend a hand when you ask - and you almost certainly will ask - for help finding what you're looking for.
and if i may ask for one more, tiny act on your part: find one of many Pablo Neruda books, pull it out of the wall, try to have faith in the translations, and breathe deeply as you read something sharp and intense.
it's exactly what was missing from your idle afternoon. missing from this dreary season. you just hadn't realized it.
here's what i found:
I do not love you except because I love you;