novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- thursday night in a tight black nightgown. it was the first thing i found. so none of the pictures on this page are current. the most recent was taken last fall at a dying neoprint machine in emeryville; in it i am fuzzy and bewildered. there are better pictures, but not a scanner. as k says, i am lo-fi. so the atrium hasn't been added to in a few days. i should bust out the pinking shears once again. swallows and sparrows and giant hummingbirds, pigeons and doves dive-bombing. my favourite shoes are falling apart. 1970s track shoes, a ubiquitous label called "freedom." the plastic soles grew so hard that they cracked in two, just underneath the palms of my feet. i forget this and wear them anyway, and rue my decision when it rains. or when walking through accidental puddles. (the guru left his hose running after filling up the inflatable childrens' pool his ducks drink from.) (i love my neighborhood.) 1:14 am - 05.31.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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