Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I'm learning to love the long process of intimacy with this city - this vast outspreading of openwork streets, shooting past the grimacing faces of too many disheveled coin laundries and quickie-marts and perfunctory city parks, with their spotty grass and lonely skateboarders.

It's the repurposing of a space. This street, that you once only knew as the spot the farmer's market sets up on Sunday mornings, is the one you drive to in the morning for a job. You breeze in the mysterious door that you used to see only as the background behind the woman who sold good lettuce.

Maybe it won't be so bad, being here a little while longer. It feels right, and we've only just begun to unfold ourselves into this high-perched space.

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