Mostly automatic stream of consciousness...the kind of writing I learned from an excercise in my 8th grade english class in which we kept our pens moving for five minutes with out pausing...examining life...the state of the world...getting by on a tight budget...persuing interests in architecture, art, economics and trying to cobble out a life worth living.
mercredi, septembre 11, 2013
On this fateful day...
Walking around, picking up laundry, stopping by MoMA.I did not hear the election results.
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