novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- inhale intuit The walls here breathe sound. If you stand in the farthest corner of the library, back behind the cataloger's desk, and you wedge yourself between the coat rack and the sink, you can hear sounds from the floor above. Just now I was reshelving books on the library's right, and I heard the wall expand and contract with synthesizer. It was a beautiful sonic detail. But no boom. Perhaps being an old cat lady will be okay. I really don't know. I feel as if I've aged ten years in the last year; I must be well on my way. 4:22 pm - 09.28.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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