You were house-sitting the apartment across the hall. I saw half of your curly head one day as you glanced at me then closed the door.
So, our neighbors the young raven-haired architects were your friends.
I wanted our first accidental meeting on the landing. The coffee we would resolve to take at the nearest out door cafe as mud-splattered hatchbacks would ease around our chairs, their engines banging away with coarse indifference.
I thought, 'oh yes, so this is how we really met.' Only we really did not.
"Everything is in a process of self-formation. Rationalized power structures are overthrown. Human balance is restored through causal interrelationships, one object acting on another." Alfred North Whitehead, 'Adventures of Ideas', New York, 1933
So, our neighbors the young raven-haired architects were your friends.
I wanted our first accidental meeting on the landing. The coffee we would resolve to take at the nearest out door cafe as mud-splattered hatchbacks would ease around our chairs, their engines banging away with coarse indifference.
I thought, 'oh yes, so this is how we really met.' Only we really did not.
"Everything is in a process of self-formation. Rationalized power structures are overthrown. Human balance is restored through causal interrelationships, one object acting on another." Alfred North Whitehead, 'Adventures of Ideas', New York, 1933
