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I got your postcard from Italy. At least I think it was from Italy. They've been going to 22B-- a place where apparently both you and I know the people who live there. Seth Col...something is my friend from high school's friend's boyfriend. They threw away the obscene alligator postcard, but my friend's friend had a moment of clarity and asked my friend what my last name was. So I got a postcard. Rock. Out.
Don't let the roaches get you down. Don't let them steal your stuff either. Roaches are bugs of opportunity. I know. One lives in the food closet. I'm sure the bastard steals my bottled water.
My cat has fleas. Well, not quite. My apartment gave my cat fleas. She doesn't go outside.
I sent seth and michelle a postcard to #28B a couple of weeks ago; I wonder who lives there. it's satisfying to know that some of my postcards eventually arrive at their intended destinations.
roaches get my camera down. to ground level. and then back at eye level after the shutter shutters.
it's time to take your apartment to the vet.
seeing truth in roaches and prostitutes...kafka related to these ubiquitous vermin of society in his musings on human connection. but how we metamorphose into such creatures of desperation and isolation is a difficult question. and how/if we can transform ourselves from chasing survival to chasing our dreams is even more perplexing. laughing at life's absurdity is certainly a way to deal with it...let me know what you see in your other shots. -sc
that's an excellent way of putting it: "how/if we can transform ourselves from chasing survival to chasing our dreams..." having a vocabulary for that concept makes it easier to grasp.
kafka's presence was all over prague; perhaps I should read why.