i can get out of the village, but the village never gets out of me.

several friends have asked me about my new house. it's nice - not really a palace mind you, although it almost as old as one. my room is still chaotic: i'm so going to burn in hell for the deadly sin of sloth. but what i really like is the neighbourhood. it's small, everyone knows everyone. there is this café on the ground floor of my building, for example, with a very nice space outside. i've just found out how great it feels to get home, sit there with a beer, a cigarrette and a book. i believe the café's owner already knows what i want everytime i go there by the evening. he also knows by now the exact brand of cigarrettes i usually smoke. just as if i had lived there and gone there my entire life. just as if it was in my little village. in a way, the neighbourhood feels just like that: a small village stuck in the middle of the city. i like that quite a lot.