And i'm dreaming of improbable places again...

"i want to live in a small town in deep South in the States. I want to live in a town where summers are hot and long and careless and women are full figured and wear long dresses and practice magic and men speak in this almost musical Southern drawl and there's music seemingly everywhere…and there's a street named Sullivan Street…"

"Why's that?"

"i don't know. I can just see the place, that town with its people, it all seems so real, uncomplicated. Funny, of all places in the world i want to be in this middle of nowhere place. Do you know a place like that?"

"Well, i am not sure. You're asking for too much, lady. Long dresses and magic...Move to New Orleans."

"But that's a city, I want a small town"

"How's Tennessee? Not quite deep south, but still… Maybe Memphis?"

"Not quite…"

"What then?"

"Don't know. I guess you'll have to find it yourself…guys would call you sweetheart and tell you you're pretty" he said this in this deep southern accent, purrty, made me laugh.

***
and the next day...

"i'm sad..."

"why's that?"

"that whole small town dream... i just want real life. with real people. real men. there are no real men left anymore. they're either fags or too pretentious, too snobbish or too stuck up. or too young even at the age of thirty. sigh. are there really no real men left?"

"hmmm, you're looking at one..."

"yeah, but you don't count..."

"thank you very much i don't."

"perhaps to your missus... i just want real people with real lives. lately i'm getting a feeling that all i see around me is some kind of immitation of life that's being lived elsewhere. yeah, i'm going to move to that southern town one day. just to see how real THAT feels"

"Oh, come on, you just want to get yourself some southern love..."

"Maybe...or i'm just confusing real with redneck. go figure."