I went to the hotel today. I was in New York, and even though it was morning, I was already tired, and I wanted to take a nap. I went up to my room and did take a nap, and it was much longer than I had planned, and it was not until the next day that I woke up and realized that I needed to have breakfast. Perhaps I would need to eat two breakfasts, one for yesterday, and it’s possible that I should work lunch and dinner in between these things. But I don’t want this to become too much of an endless circle, because there are things I want to do besides eat. New York has five star hotels that are sometimes exotic, and always rather pleasing in a way that apparently agrees with me.
I went downstairs and met the concierge. She was an attractive woman, and when she spoke to me, she had a habit of brushing her hair away from her ear. It was charming, and I recognized the gesture as one I had seen before, on other women who did not look like her. I wanted to get her advice on the best way to walk the length of the city, and where one could go to spend some time looking into the water. Instead, I forgot everything and tried to ask her to join me for supper. I would insist! If I had remembered, but I did not, and so I walked out of the hotel and looked for someone stranger than me, someone I could scorn openly.
There was no one and there were too many. This was a rare day without clouds, and there was a feeling of purpose in my steps. In the end, they would just be steps, but I was walking more quickly than usual. Not twice as fast, and not even one and a half times as fast, but perhaps 20% faster. This was a good pace. It was enough. Later on, I would be meeting with my friend, Camus, and we might talk about the city, or about the wars, or about the thousand things we always found in common to speak of, and sometime toward the end of the day, I might even consider something fried for my dinner.
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