Monday, April 10, 2006

Watched depressing film full of great chasms between art and life. Very NY, very 80’s, which helped to discredit it enough for me to not completely abandon the rest of the day.
The signal bell of rush hour trains. The blinds slapping the dusty sill with sun. Basketball being played in the alley outside my window- one of the few irregular rhythms of the city- probably why it drives us crazy. Give me the el. Behind in everything. Virus featuring fever, day three.


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