yuen-feng is a pre-arranged coincidence. ten years could pass by for one certain incident, such as brushing shoulders with another person in a crowded city.
today has been inspiring. the leaves are brilliant shades. as i sat on the pavement and played in the dumpster dirt with a broken vine a neighbor handed me a broken-down cardboard box to sit on. i was facing the sun.
a box of books arrived--a gift from heaven [it was speculated]--with treasures. The Body by Jenny Boully, Species of Spaces and Other Places by Georges Perec, Soliloquy by Kenneth Goldsmith, The Last Picture Show by Douglas Fogle, among others: Making Art of Databases, Mapping Sitting, LaPorte Indiana, Found.
sometimes i love it here
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