That time I read a book

That time I read a book …

Then got in a heated discussion over coffee with three old friends about what the author meant. Then started another book. Then took a date to a play and talked to the actors after. And picked up fliers in the lobby for another friend’s production and one for the revival house showing German New Wave films. Then stopped at a used bookstore right before it closed and bought two more books. Then met six friends at a bar where we went to hear another friend sing. And everyone (including some people we’d just met) went back to the singer’s apartment and talked through the night.

That time before the internet and laptops and cell phones and TV on demand in your pocket. That time before men (and women) became islands.

That time when I still had a brain.

young people talking

One thought on “That time I read a book

  1. Dear Randy, this one breaks my heart right now. It is nearly a month that you have been gone and I am drunk (sorry) and reading your posts again, missing you and Jim also gone three months now and this post recalls the wonderful times hanging out in bookshops (before I became a wage slave to one) and cafes, and theatres both film and live and I so desperately wanted tonight to be like what you had written here but it was a mess and I am alone and I had so hoped that we all three could have joined together again for more nights like this one you describe. But I am alone. And you cannot read this. And I keep thinking it would be so easy to just let go.


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