I should be working, yet find myself horribly distracted and longing for that perfect blue building.
There is such a place, near where once sat such a "perfect blue building", indeed "there by the green apple sea". It is where I first experienced that sweet oblivion and it is there where I long to return. I can see it so clearly in my mind, even feel the salty breeze sticking to my skin. That perfect blue building once rising to serve as a beacon from the shore, now demolished, the only evidence of its existence trapped in my memories and a few poor photographs.
I may need to go there this weekend, as much as I hate to travel on holidays, but yes, I certainly need a little oblivion.