Navel Gazing
Wednesday evening, we speed towards Zurich in an InterCity SBB train. Feelings: anxiety, generic sadness, some anticipation, but unable to see the vista beyond -- home in L.A. with family and friends over Christmas. What's that like? At once totally familiar and banal and yet... abstract, distant, foreign. Like returning into an embrace that you're not fully certain will feel the same. I've spent the past month struggling, feeling trapped. I've become less communicative towards Amy. Her office politics and stratagems that used to occupy large portions of our daily conversation seem increasingly petty to me. Someone said something to someone else and now someone is offended. Someone hates someone else and here's more evidence of that. Everyone is enclosed in a state of the art glass cube marvel of an office building with unlimited free coffee and soda and is paid 1.5x the median white collar salary of the country and 3x the salary of neighboring countries and certa