tales from an ordinary world

2003-01-23

Gulp down dinner while watching pedestrians the other side of the window. Sometimes they watch back. Find the side street. "is this it ?" "yeah, over there." Up the stairs, another tiny hideaway masquerading as a little white art gallery. I like it. Books in little viewing desks you stick your hands through holes into (would've been more fun with gloves). Things on walls, collaborative and non-. I tried the headphones. I stared out the window at the crowd below, and made room for people stepping past. Process. Manipulate. Cleanse.