i am romantic.
and not just where women are concerned.
some things, for me, are inherently romantic.
a tiny notebook in which to write one’s thoughts.
super 8 movie cameras.
leather shoulder bags.
certain types of pens.
every day at noon and, i guess, sundays at noon and again at two*, the carillon chimes on campus. i hear it when i walk to class. i can even hear it from my apartment. and i don’t know why it’s romantic, but it is.
makes me want to run through a meadow or something.
just one of those inexplicable things, i guess.
*at least it did this past sunday.