Sunday, January 14, 2007

We return to the scene one month later, where our subject is once again sitting in his apartment in Kingston, and once again burying his face in his books. After three wonderful weeks in Ottawa, the return to the city of his schooling is somewhat stressful, and exhausting. Classes are good, but busy, (as a testament to this, the Xmas tree still stands in the corner, stripped of its ornaments but not yet of its lights) and the apartment is in a state of chaotic organization. It is clear that the hero of this tale is conflicted about some of the aspects of his life. A friend is hurting and there is nothing he can do to help her. He himself is longing to be back in Ottawa, where his heart lies, and where he has friends and a social life that he is missing. Kingston offers casual acquaintances and school-mates, but there has been no strong connection. That connection is something he is used to in his life, he has been very blessed by a close circle of friends, and they are too far away right now.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

You want I should bake you somefink?

Dude, that's so gay.

But seriously, do you?

Love,
JJ

Davonshire said...

baking = good!

unfoldingsoul said...

But you're in my thoughts! I'm making a new recipe, and it involves BAAACOOONNN... mmm... yummy bacon.

Anonymous said...

I've got your bacon, right here.

Davonshire said...

jonjon, your bacon is way more of a sausage.. or if LP is to be believed, a big stick balogna

Anonymous said...

Sausage time!

candansk said...

Oooo thinly-veiled double entendre of the tubed meat variety... a welcomed mid-afternoon snack--err, message trail I mean.

Anonymous said...

I feel violated! And oddly ready for a post-coital smoke. Zzzzzz.