Thursday, January 24, 2008

I hear the creaking of the door.

I sat too near someone on the subway train today, as we both were sitting down, and I apologized after his hip grazed my knee.

Had lunch with John at a restaurant made up to look like a circus. Except it wasn't full on a circus. Just a round room, a rope ladder suspended horizontally in an arc above the bar. A candy-striped menu, like an old tent I suppose. We talked about the absurdities in theoretical physics, about as best we could.

Illustration by Louise Asherson