I’m doing laundry on holiday in Paris First of all people are smoking, Which I mean, I smoke, who cares. But something about doing it around the cleaning of clothes feels disrespectful, but I can’t attribute to whom. There is an Australian couple from Queensland fussing with one of the machines.
“Personally I used to hate laundry until I started coming to laundromats. I enjoy the gathering of people all for the mundane common goal of washing their clothes. To watch and be watched by the village, tickles a lost part of my social psyche. All of us washing our clothes together in the river. The task making us closer.”
love this paragraph. [points at you] this guy gets it (the holiness of mundane daily human interaction)
I really love your stories! I’m sorry I got to know you so late from victorious. It’s so hard to know about you or your career in here Korea, but I’ll always cheer for you :) Love ya!♥️
Maybe you want to let go of those ashes in the fresh laundry .. start looking at where they’re thrown off of walking in circles trying to know Pei’ pyramids & devote yourself to those crystaline images in hues of being that which you are, though art that Turiya … you are and only you are is in arent of essences of moments in languages … and maybe just cry to your own temple and notice what it’s like without a film or leaving notes of keeeping your eyes of the water containers .. become the water bearer and pray to the moon especially when it feels redundant .. clean everything. Even that old house of gold ceilings .. and remember who Cleopatra is even if it’s Romeo and Juliette that day on the balcony … you are pure .. think happy thoughts and CHANT them. - Sydney Zechman
Laundry days soothe me. The monotony of plunking coins, leveling soaps, and hoping you’ve set your timer to an appropriate time, all tie together for the greater cause of fabricated pieces. And, fabricated ideals. The forced pause between wash and dry allow me to relax. I breathe. I sit. I wait. I listen. I imagine what else I may be up to if it weren’t for my time spent at the laundry mat. Maybe I would be writing. Or I’d find myself racing through the city in the name of productivity. Better yet, I’d be on the path to stardom. I soon am brought back to reality with the melodic chimes of my smart phone timer, for the universe knows only one thing may be fabricated at a time.
It's nice to hear about people helping others and coming together. As a beginning artist, I always look for people who help others. it's refreshing refreshing to see that there are good people in this world amidst all the evil.
I love reading your stories. But yes, I agree with a comment above. Please quit smoking. And also, thank you for being respectable about clean laundry and how it’s not polite to others to smoke in such a clean environment.
This reminds me of a constant thought I have, that we are able to create these small moments of familiarity, we adapt to our surrounds quite quicklu. May it be an hour bus or train ride, a flight, in a waiting room. We create this very palpable feeling of something I can only compare to “home”, a sense of comfort and belonging. Everyone around you has roles and boundaries, you see them clearly in that moment. And for that small moment you exist in this place with these people, as if they mean something, as if we do. And then as you leave, you know that that small familiarity, that moment, will never come back.
“Personally I used to hate laundry until I started coming to laundromats. I enjoy the gathering of people all for the mundane common goal of washing their clothes. To watch and be watched by the village, tickles a lost part of my social psyche. All of us washing our clothes together in the river. The task making us closer.”
love this paragraph. [points at you] this guy gets it (the holiness of mundane daily human interaction)
I like your studies, it shows even a laundry can be a cosmopolitan place, all doing the same but all have other stories.
I really love your stories! I’m sorry I got to know you so late from victorious. It’s so hard to know about you or your career in here Korea, but I’ll always cheer for you :) Love ya!♥️
doing laundry is definitely a little therapeutic. Part of the routine. We gotta get you to stop smoking tho!
still waiting on a new blog post🙇🏽♀️
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Maybe you want to let go of those ashes in the fresh laundry .. start looking at where they’re thrown off of walking in circles trying to know Pei’ pyramids & devote yourself to those crystaline images in hues of being that which you are, though art that Turiya … you are and only you are is in arent of essences of moments in languages … and maybe just cry to your own temple and notice what it’s like without a film or leaving notes of keeeping your eyes of the water containers .. become the water bearer and pray to the moon especially when it feels redundant .. clean everything. Even that old house of gold ceilings .. and remember who Cleopatra is even if it’s Romeo and Juliette that day on the balcony … you are pure .. think happy thoughts and CHANT them. - Sydney Zechman
Laundry days soothe me. The monotony of plunking coins, leveling soaps, and hoping you’ve set your timer to an appropriate time, all tie together for the greater cause of fabricated pieces. And, fabricated ideals. The forced pause between wash and dry allow me to relax. I breathe. I sit. I wait. I listen. I imagine what else I may be up to if it weren’t for my time spent at the laundry mat. Maybe I would be writing. Or I’d find myself racing through the city in the name of productivity. Better yet, I’d be on the path to stardom. I soon am brought back to reality with the melodic chimes of my smart phone timer, for the universe knows only one thing may be fabricated at a time.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/16690406-The-Stories-That-shaped-Me--Story--1--My-First-Memory--by-Kassie-Taylor-adult
Paris Paris
Will I find me?
At the laundromat
across from Main
Detergent smells different
But the people are the same
Hi just wanted to remind smoking kills and is injurious for lungs ....people thinks it's cool when it's not, pls choose your health
It's nice to hear about people helping others and coming together. As a beginning artist, I always look for people who help others. it's refreshing refreshing to see that there are good people in this world amidst all the evil.
And yes, I do think laundry is mundane too
I love reading your stories. But yes, I agree with a comment above. Please quit smoking. And also, thank you for being respectable about clean laundry and how it’s not polite to others to smoke in such a clean environment.
This reminds me of a constant thought I have, that we are able to create these small moments of familiarity, we adapt to our surrounds quite quicklu. May it be an hour bus or train ride, a flight, in a waiting room. We create this very palpable feeling of something I can only compare to “home”, a sense of comfort and belonging. Everyone around you has roles and boundaries, you see them clearly in that moment. And for that small moment you exist in this place with these people, as if they mean something, as if we do. And then as you leave, you know that that small familiarity, that moment, will never come back.
This was gorgeous. Thank you.