Harvard Square

Its early. I got to work at 7:37 today. The result of a carpooling complication, I woke up when it was still dark out.

Actually, I’m running on just a few hours of sleep. Something strange happens to me when under the spell of sleep deprivation. I have more energy, I’m more alert and my attention is far more compromised, leading me to believe that I am genetically engineered to withstand and crave small doses of sleep.

To be honest, I don’t enjoy sleep. I don’t like waking up, I don’t like being groggy; I detest that span of time between realizing you aren’t sleeping anymore and getting out of bed which is why I try and shorten it by shooting right out of bed the second I realize I’m not so much dreaming as I am making thoughts up to supplement whatever dream I just finished.

Anyway. Today, I have assembled a picture story about Harvard Square.

Some notes:

It’s nice. There are stores and its a tourist hot spot, but behind all of that, there is a quiet nurturing that Harvard Square provides for the soul.
Also nice if you’re into sitting in cafes, visiting countless dirty record shops in search of JUST ONE Scott Walker album, surrendering to the grassy knolls in the lingering afternoon sun and blah blah blah.
Harvard Square is where we took the bus to when we were in middle school and high school to hang out with born-again punk “trying-to-kill-their-parent’s-souls” kids from Wellesley. Or nice homeless people that talked to us about books or the weather… to feel like the big city kids we thought we were.
It’s where I go when I’m happy and I want to sit on a bench by the river and reflect.
It’s where I go when I’m sad and I want to sit on a bench by the river and reflect.
It’s where I go when I want to sit in the Brattle theatre and drink lots of not-so-bad Cambridge Brewery beer and watch Blade Runner (or other stuff).
It’s where I fell in love for the first time.

My emotional attachment to Harvard Square is significant. And I will always be very fond of it.

The hustle and bustle:

Want to sit on this bench and make out?Oona’s is a fantastic vintage shop. Its cheap. These aren’t thrifted 90s clothes. They are authentic vintage pieces. And they have beautiful things. I just purchased a $6 Christian Dior scarf. It is also beautiful. I realize you can’t see the name on here, but if you’re interested, its located at 1210 Mass Ave. The place has been recently renovated and the new owner is very nice and very, very young. This is what it looks like on the outside.