Mood For the Day

Today's Mood on Sat, 17 Oct 1998

The soundtrack of The last Temptation of Christ played on the stereo in the student advisor's department. More like a condo, he thought as he shared the bread and drank the wine. More like my father's old house.

The conversation at the table (while completely unintelligible to him) reminded him of his father's board as well, bringing a twinge of guilt at the last dinner his father had held which he had failed (through his own idiot oversight) to attend, or at least on time.

The apartment (condo, he reminded himself) resonated with the Engineer in him: from the outside, they were forbidding momuments to the economic oppression inherent in Communism, and from the inside a budding testament to the capable freedoms found in the Capitalist Empire.

The camraderie and conversation sent convulsions of compassion down his spine. Had he tailored a home to his own specifications, he'd not've arrived at a result which set him so much at ease. For this rare respite, the first in many years, he felt comfortable. He felt natural. He felt at home.

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