the solar energy continues to leak far more than necessary through those holes whose existence so many seem happy to ignore.
sweat.
the gritty feeling of the city that gets in one’s pores and under one’s nails.
yesterday a walk through prospect park. caught the last few minutes that the carousel was open- it has a brilliant sounding calliope. also walked as far as the brooklyn museum to watch the high-tech dancing fountains for a while.
tomorrow a meeting in modtown manhattan. oops- midtown. (but modtown would be so much cooler!)
non-sequitor:
there are times when you want to shout swears, and there are times when you want to break things. and then there are times when neither have any appeal; when the futility of both seems too obvious. (but it is, at least, always fun to shout swears.)
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 