Posted 02-19-2008 at 10:51 AM by Yorkie `The door of my flat is opened by a bird in T-shirt and pants. I'd forgotten about her'
Sunday April 18, 1999
I'm staring at a door. It is my door. The door to my new flat. It is grey, metallic, stylish and industrial. The flat is a loft. There is much glass in its complex fenestrations. Some of it is made from hemp. Not too long ago, before the conversion, it clanged with machines that conveniently masked the sweaty weeping of slaves. Ah who knows, they probably loved it. I'm rambling... |