I'm listening to this CD that Phil made me. I recognize one of the songs from the movie, "Igby Goes Down." I rented that movie with Ryan last year. Something about my encounter with Robbie today reminded me a little of Ryan.
What a long day...and here I am at work again, talking to the largest population of idiots known to me. A customer was asked if she was in a rural area and her response was, "I'm in my bedroom."
Freedom ringing. Banging and clanging echoes of words that hold truth and sins; lies and committments. As I extend myself into more lives, I can feel them enter the hollowness. I can see and feel how the filling of this void gives pseudo-completeness...I write about it. I relate. I still see those moments in their eyes and wonder if giving myself meaning often means giving up some of the freedoms that I enjoy.
I feel free, yet always trapped by my own mazes.