The perfect day is hard to explain.Lou Reed says one thing, but I disagree.
It is spontaneous, involves cameras, and can even just be as simple as finding a copy of Atlas Shrugged for a dime.
The people you are with are important.
Sometimes you just need to be alone.
The gentle sound of a typewriter, running out of sticky dots, and eating a sandwich.
You can get lost in archiving and start attempting to make a clay toilette and a bathroom stall out of foam core.
Are you sick of pictures of bathrooms yet?
"How can I get any rest now"
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