|Nothingness, truly, seems to be the condition of these New York people. They are nomads going from one rooming house to another, looking for a toilet that functions.”|
- Elizabeth Hardwick quotes
|My sparse but cozy room|
This evening I came home after a long day of bus rides and two year olds to find the laborer and grandfather sitting on the couch smoking cigarets and listening to scull crushing German heavy metal. I could hear the music almost a block down the street as I walked home, but hoped it was coming from some other window. Speaking of windows I just watched a very nice car park in front of the house. The laborer went running down the stairs and, from my vantage point, I watched the driver hand him a nice big bag of white powder. They shook and the car took off. Honestly I could care less what the guys do in their own rooms, but I'm hoping my choice of housing doesn't come back to bite me.