Buildings face buildings some with roadway in between. Levels upon levels they live in cities. Connection, the spirit of urban life where everything resonates with the pace. Food truly tastes flavorful, lives live round the clock, bookstores remain open throughout the night serving delicious coffee, performance and the arts thrive from small intimate particular venues to large productions and museums, material goods available for every whim be it dirt cheap to haute to bespoke.
In her cozy little bedroom, Persephone relaxes. The 3rd floor Victorian apartment she shares with another Arizona transplant has a corner view. The sounds of The City hum through the original window. She loves the tone resonating with ebbs and flows of traffic, the corner market below, the train. Tis night time the lights reflective of vibrations.
Perce sighs as she sinks deeper into her lounge chair and book: Maupin's Tales of the City. Below a bit of a row starts out in front of the Egyptian owned grocery that has the best falafel and tahini in Upper Haight.
Perce jumps from her chair shouting for her roommate, "You hear this Adrienne?!"
They meet in the living room smile and nod. Kneeling in front of their window, their lights remain off. The ruckus below doesn't interest, it's the world of the windows before them that does. Lights flip on peppering the red brick building across from them with yellow. Each rectangle is occupied by at least one tenant, often two and every once in a while several heads squeeze in to witness the ballyhoo below.
Perce looks to her friend A. "Most likely someone liberating a candy bar again."
A's nodding looking out the window. "He'll tell us all about it tomorrow I'm sure."
"Wanna bet it's a Snickers? It's always that big-a$$ Snickers bar." Perce's laughing shaking her head.
"Oh here we go!" A's eyes forward, silent play begins.
Perce narrates short acts before them. More than fifteen windows have accepted the call and are goose necking watching mayhem below. She creates stories from lives illuminated in the darkness. Some are continuations from past opportunities, other yarns are brand new.
Adrienne stares out the window listening to the tales from within their apartment eyes on the actors across the street.
It's Saturday night and Perce has Sunday off. Just awoken from the nap everyone takes between work and going out, she's famished. It's early, 9pm, so she decides to get ready with the intention of talking her roommate into dinner before the show. A performance art venue Lower Haight, topic body art: piercings and tattoos.
"I definitely need to eat before we go." Empathy pains course through Perce's body.
"When are you going to get yours P?" Adrienne having been persuaded to eat out is grabbing her coat and purse. A gorgeous silhouette dressed in an authentic paper dress from the 60s. Glitter platforms clunk along the wooden floor toward the door.
"I'm still deciding…" Perce has no intention and is riding on the drawing A created for her to keep people at bay a bit longer. "I love the design. How much did you say a simple armband would hurt?" Perce has her black coat on over her black skirt, white silk shirt and black waistcoat.
"You're not going to do it." A's laughing. "Just admit it."
A fortuitous noise gets their attention urging Perce to return down the hallway to the living room window. This time the other corner where a dude lives in the turret of a Victorian across the way.
Adrienne follows right behind. "Beastie boy?" she's smiling.
"Yep!" Coat still on P kneels before the window watching the dance madness coming from the illuminated curved glass windows.
Adrienne turns on the music. Groovin' to Brass Monkey, the girls are mesmerized by the fact that this guy dances so well and always to the Beastie Boys vibe.
"The party is going to be chill." Toi is doing her best to talk Perce into coming along. "It's my place, two other roommates. Easy."
"Easy how? You live with the Primus bloke. And the other is an architect?" Perce loves people, but can be shy when the situation has unknown dynamics.
"Just come. Rebecca will go with you. Of course, I'll meet you there." Toi's attempting to make light P's reticence.
Perce caves in. "Okay, okay! If you'll stop talking about it."
Rebel and Persephone arrive. Both looking at each other with brows raised, the architect's digs are really nice.
"I'm not surprised." P laughs. "It is Liberty Hill." She continues. "Besides a low key night out in a beautiful Victorian?"
"You sound nervous." Rebecca laughs and rings the doorbell.
Toi answers drink in hand. "Hey you made it!" Taking them straight to the catered bar. "What'll you have?"
Rebecca asks for her Belvedere Martini. Noticing everyone seems to be holding stemmed glasses, Perce requests a Gimlet with Tequila in lieu of Gin. Once armed with their libations, they circle the rooms looking for Toi.
At last, they spot her black dreads with vibrant fuchsia streaks in the darkest room of the house, a den of sorts. Rebecca strolls in not giving Perce an opportunity to make excuses. P stumbles over someone's jacket as she focuses on Toi and the empty pillow beside her on the floor.
Perce stops before the cushion. Everyone sitting on the floor looks to her with mock patience. She smiles balances her drink while gracefully sitting folding her legs under her.
Looking to Rebecca and Toi, she sees they're watching the large steel globe on casters pinball its way around the room. Perce panics. "This is some sort of game." She realizes.
The ball is pushed from one individual in the room to another. Once it arrives in your space, you are to utter something interesting or profound. Nods and sometimes Oohs and Ahhs are heard.
"Geez! Like 17th French court where your quick wit allowed you access to those that held the power. These people are good and have obviously played before." Perce whispers to herself definitely not enjoying the game.
The metal sphere comes horrifyingly close to Perce a couple of times. Geometry tells her, she would eventually be on the bubble.
Quick to problem solve, P downs her drink and then pretends to spill on her skirt. It is so dark no one knows otherwise. Up in a flash, she makes her apologies and heads for the well-lit kitchen, a stop by the bar on the way.
Landing in her comfort zone, Perce relaxes into the conversation going on. A chill vibe tribe that has convened in the area that was clearly not meant for guests. In a room with strangers does not matter as she feels they are all in the same place energetically.
Over to the sink for a bit of water, P notices that the window over the kitchen faces a large building with about a half dozen windows illuminated. Taking a seat on the counter, she begins to breathe life into the silent happenings before her. A few lean over the sink to listen and observe.
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Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 19 of 365 Orbit