Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Back at "work" today, which means I have email/LJ access, which I didn't realize how much I missed. I've been pretty much either in my apartment, in K's apartment, or with friends at one of our favorite bars, drinking heavily.

Before I forget - happy birthday, dlbags, and happy belated birthday to interiority.

So, yeah, being at "work" is both theraputic (i.e., being with people again, being back in a routine, free coffee, accumulating hours and getting paid, etc.) and also wierd (i.e., being on the 35th floor of the same building I was in on Tuesday, dealing with stuff that somehow seems a lot more trivial than it used to be, etc.). This whole week has been so incredibly surreal, I guess I shouldn't really be surprised at how strange it is to be working again, so soon after what happened.

One of the more amazing things I've seen this week was on Friday night, when I was at a gathering at Union Square Park. There were literally hundreds and hundreds of people there, everybody with flags and candles - I don't think I've ever seen so many flags in my life, even on the 4th of July - standing together, singing songs, looking at Missing Persons posters, and just looking at each other and recognizing the fear and the hope in everyone's faces. What's been incredibly reassuring throughout all of this is that everyone here has been feeling the same things, and doing the same things; no one is alone, especially in the loneliest city in the world.

Anyway. Just so you know, I don't know how consistent my work schedule will be over the next few weeks, so if I'm not posting regularly, it's probably just because I'm not near a computer.

Hope you're all doing OK, under the circumstances. I'm sure I'll be writing more as the day goes by.

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