In New York we lived in enclosed, defined spaces. Even the parks have boundaries. The mental space is, however, infinite.
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| On the F train. Of course there’s one (9/11) every year. And in New York City we talk about and think about that day in 2001: where we were and when we found out about what had happened. ” I was getting ready for work.” “I was walking to work.” “Smoke filled the air.” All of that. |
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| In front of the window gate in the kitchen. I need a haircut. I don’t even see the gate anymore — I go right to the sunlight and the trees beyond it. |
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| Time seems to stop on the F train. Sitting still rapidly. It’s quite a concept. |
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| Julio Cortázar on the F train — 100 years since his birth. |
Sharon Frost. Blog: Day Books
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