The sound of gears changing on a delivery person's bike-- alone in the deserted street.
Somehow essential.
Our neighbor's lights through the reflection of our own.
"It's funny to be sitting in such an uncommunal communal chair." -Ali Smith Autumn
reading: finished A Misalliance by Anita Brookner. I get the hype now. I do not get how Hotel du Lac won the Booker--a limp, apathetic book who's only virtue was it's brevity. But this one--this one delivers the heavy weight of trapped women.
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