"I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes i was going to enter into their lives, and no one wonder ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, i followed them to their appartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twiligth i felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others - poor yung clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until was time for a solitary restaurant dinner - young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of nigth and life.

Again at eigth o'clock, when the dark lanes of the Forties were lined five deep with throbbing taxicabs, bound for the yheatre district, i felt a sinking i my heart. Forms leanedtogether in the taxis as they waited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard jokes. and lighted cigarettes made unintelligible circles inside. Imaging that i, too, was hurryng towards gaiety and sharing their intimate excitement, i wished them well."

Scott Fitzgerald - "The Great Gatsby" 1926

Las gotas caen, que conveniente.
Eso suele suceder, cuando llueve y esas cosas...
Lo que no debería suceder es que todo de pronto tenga un sabor diferente, un olor diferente, un color diferente, un sonido diferente, una realidad diferente, hasta una diferencia diferente... y el problema no está en la diferencia, sino en la maldita similitud, que no es diferente.
Ese, ni siquiera parecido, esa alineación perfecta no-diferente, pero tan angustiante como la idea de las líneas paralelas que por más que avancen acompañadas hasta el infinito, jamás se lograran juntar. Aún no he concluido quien no quiere que eso suceda, si la línea izquierda o la derecha. Por obvias razones tiendo a pensar que es la derecha.
Es eso
lo que me detiene
lo que me irrita
lo que me confunde
lo que me inhabilita
lo que me corrompe
lo que me frustra (ante todo)
lo que me anula
lo que me tacha
lo que me "raya"

...y a pesar de saber lo que se, a pesar de estar familiarizado con la alquimia de mis movimientos mentales, no logro controlarlo.

Y es entonces cuando me "envideo".