The back of the bus used to be something special.
Now its the 30 minute walk to work that does it.
Written material is overdue here, I'm resistant to posting beginnings and starting points.
I'm currently captivated by Badiou's "supernumerary", the element with no structure.
Landlord called this morning, he received half of the rent check, the other half disapeared in the mail system, devoured perhaps.