Elena

“Unfortunately for me, I liked my inefficient life. I liked listening to the radio and cooking with excessive utensils, slivering onions, detangling wet herbs, long showers, and stoned museum wandering. I liked riding public transportation, watching strangers talk to their children, watching strangers stare out the window at the sunset and at photos of the sunset on their phones. I like taking long walks to purchase onigiri in Japan town or taking long walks with no destination at all. Folding the laundry, copying keys, filling out forms, phone calls. I even liked the post office, the predictable discontent of bureaucracy. I liked full albums, flipping the record, long novels with minimal plot, minimalist novels with minimal plot, engaging with strangers, getting into it, closing down the restaurant, having one last drink. I liked grocery shopping, perusing the produce, watching everyone chew in the bulk aisle, warm laundry, radio waiting for the bus. I could get frustrated over extended, overwhelmed, uncomfortable. Sometimes I ran late. But these banal inefficiencies--I thought they were luxuries--the mark of the unencumbered, time to do nothing, to let my mind run anywhere, to be in the world. At the very least they made me feel human. The fetishized life without friction, what was it like? An unending shuttle between meetings and bodily needs? A continuous productive loop? Charts and datasets. It wasn't to me an aspiration. It was not a prize.”
― Anna Weiner