We
got to Hotel Filosoof in Amsterdam where they’ve named each of the rooms after
a famous philosopher. My mom and I are
staying in the Kierkegaard and Augustus stays in the Heidegger room. I was so tired I had to take a long nap. When I woke my mom explained to me that Augustus
was going to take me out to dinner at a fancy Amsterdam restaurant called
Oranjee.
Augustus showed up at our hotel room in a very handsome suit and I wore my best sun dress, but I immediately felt under dressed. We took the tram to the restaurant and we saw the old architecture, cobblestone streets, scenic canals, quaint coffee shops, bicycles and boats of the people that moved so freely through the city. It was a totally different life from the one we live in Indianapolis. It looked nothing like America. It looked like an old painting, but real—everything achingly idyllic in the morning light—and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.
At the restaurant we drank champagne and had a delicious meal. Gus told me he wanted to live a meaningful life and do something extraordinary, making his mark on the world. But I rather feel that it’s unfair of him to say that the only lives that are meaningful are the ones where people die for some cause.
I feel like I need to tread lightly on this world. I am grenade and I don’t want to explode on him. I never want to hurt him, but Gus told me it would be a privilege to have his heart broken by me.
Augustus showed up at our hotel room in a very handsome suit and I wore my best sun dress, but I immediately felt under dressed. We took the tram to the restaurant and we saw the old architecture, cobblestone streets, scenic canals, quaint coffee shops, bicycles and boats of the people that moved so freely through the city. It was a totally different life from the one we live in Indianapolis. It looked nothing like America. It looked like an old painting, but real—everything achingly idyllic in the morning light—and I thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.
At the restaurant we drank champagne and had a delicious meal. Gus told me he wanted to live a meaningful life and do something extraordinary, making his mark on the world. But I rather feel that it’s unfair of him to say that the only lives that are meaningful are the ones where people die for some cause.
I feel like I need to tread lightly on this world. I am grenade and I don’t want to explode on him. I never want to hurt him, but Gus told me it would be a privilege to have his heart broken by me.
