novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- woody's is a block away from my new apartment. laundromats are spiritual places for me. a new one- woody's, across from the parkway in lake merritt. industrial-sized everything and televisions bolted into walls next to shining pipes above our heads. i took notes on the boys playing seven seconds of kevin bacon (kevin seconds), the girl with the multicolour laundry bags who probably would make a really good friend i could tell just by the way she throws her teeshirts into a pile, the little boy who followed me around for twenty minutes, staring up at me and not talking he looked too young to speak. a speck of a boy really. when i wash my clothes in public i have new ideas for art and short stories. i take fervent notes and shift in my chair and balance little bits of paper on my knees that sometimes house sketches of the people around me. 12:30 am - 02.16.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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