novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- beached i just realized why i do not feel totally at home in this apartment: my record player is not hooked up and there is no designated spot for me to sit on the floor and spread my projects at my side, ticking the hours away. something about sitting on the floor and listening to bob dylan and cyndi lauper scratching in the background has been imbedded in my idea of home. i thought of this tonight as i hummed when you were mine while mapping out images for an artists book. (even though i haven't listened to cyndi lauper in almost a decade, i have that record and a broken record player and no floor space for projects and the fourteen year old crafting girl inside of me surfaced tonight with a frown on her face.) 11:18 pm - 11.30.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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