novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- barely touched and on display someone elses' stuff. i have to remind myself that i am not really trapped in the basement of urban outfitters, that i am at muffie's house-sitting condominium, doing laundry and playing with the talkative cat with the ability to jump three feet in the air from a standstill. everything is clean and hi-tech. and in stereo. in every room. vintage furniture and appliances decorate the concrete floors, the white walls. wood beams cross over the off-color, kitschy collections like plastic dolls and japanese teddy bears. there is so much music it covers a wall. a brand new rhythm guitar sits on a stand in the corner of the living room, a pink pick stuck between the strings on the second fret. the kitchen is black marble and some sort of glazed wood. when i reached the bathroom i scrubbed my hands until my skin felt waxy and unused. 6:44 pm - 08.30.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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