I went into the laundromat on Friday but neglected to post what I found in the notebook. It's below. I had jumbled up the poetry the last time I'd gone in, to inspire someone to make order of it, but nothing had been done.
The notebook had no further additions when I went today. However, a single phrase was on the board.
I feel increasingly like an oppressive outsider when I come in to photograph the board. Customers stare at me when I waltz in, photograph, and leave within two minutes; I'm the only one who is not doing laundry. I'm also, when I go, the only white person in the laundromat. I feel perhaps that photographing the setup in front of the customers sends the message, "I'm experimenting on you." Maybe I should start doing my laundry there, so I am not someone observing the customers, but also one of them.
The board says:
She lock white trust
The notebook says: Dream for human love, trust, wisom, never fear protect help the community and home of crime.
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