Tuesday, September 18, 2007


There is a block, across the street from the new skyscraper of a hotel, made up of solely garages. These garages are minimal affairs, the requisite cement floor slicked with oil, a few lifters, a skylight, and a bare room – an afterthought, really – for an office. And so for some drivers, a seat outside amid the bustle of the street beats hands-down a plastic chair in a windowless room.


Blogger Janet said...

Such a fantastic photo. I wish you and I could sit down there together and watch the world of Blissville go by. What a treat that would be. Until then, I send you kisses.

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