Portrait of an Unknown Lady and Kiss of the Spider Woman
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Oh hello Sitting, writing to you, from a booth at a café in a theatre, which feels much like an airport’s, its customers permanently waiting, charging, checking the time—with breaks in chatter for announcements—filling the room with a giddy expectation that the space itself does nothing to create or even maintain, the energy simply swirling and swirling, leaving me, here, in my booth, ignored, as I said, writing to you.
Portrait of an Unknown Lady and Kiss of the Spider Woman
Portrait of an Unknown Lady and Kiss of the…
Portrait of an Unknown Lady and Kiss of the Spider Woman
Oh hello Sitting, writing to you, from a booth at a café in a theatre, which feels much like an airport’s, its customers permanently waiting, charging, checking the time—with breaks in chatter for announcements—filling the room with a giddy expectation that the space itself does nothing to create or even maintain, the energy simply swirling and swirling, leaving me, here, in my booth, ignored, as I said, writing to you.