Today I walked from New York to New Jersey, and back again. I drank coffee and listened to a young, upper middle-class woman list all the things she didn't have, all the things she wanted, and her fear of the future. I cleaned my floors and washed my rugs, and in an attempt to make sure no one cut their finger on the broken water glass, I cut my finger on the broken water glass.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Slice of life
Today I walked from New York to New Jersey, and back again. I drank coffee and listened to a young, upper middle-class woman list all the things she didn't have, all the things she wanted, and her fear of the future. I cleaned my floors and washed my rugs, and in an attempt to make sure no one cut their finger on the broken water glass, I cut my finger on the broken water glass.
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