It's been a strange day. I woke after a short sleep and a long night out with friends. I connected with some people that I hadn't expected to and misfired with others that I thought i'd connect with more easily.
That word, connect, keeps coming up in email, text, conversations. It's not one that I would choose and yet other people keep presenting it to me in different circumstances that make me accept it.
I went for a long walk today, taking photographs along the way, having my own little adventure, photo safari as I made my way uptown, getting off the streetcar at Napoleon and then wandering back down Prytania. I walked through the garden district, up Saint Charles and thought about a couple of small revelations I'd made in the last few days about who I was connected with and why. I rode the streetcar home after i'd walked far enough and made my way up Bourbon on the way to my apartment. I made my way up the stairs, dropped the camera on my desk, my jacket on the chair and then I made myself something light to eat and began editing the photographs.
The late night and long walk got the better of me and I did something unusual; I laid down for a nap. I got a text message or two while I dozed and it came up again (the word connection) and it occurred to me that the reason that I wouldn't typically chose to use that expression is because people often use it to describe something they want to be there but isn't and so it's left a bad taste in my mouth. It's not always the case, but it has been often enough that I have a slight distaste for the word, because there are so many better ways to articulate that you identify, sympathize, relate.
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