Saturday, February 26, 2011

The laundromat, February 26




















Today, I went in and told a young Latina employee I'd never seen before that the display was "mine" and that I was going to change it (I wanted to get a new batch of words out). She looked at me bemused as I extracted the bookend from under various bottles of hand sanitizer resting on its flat part. I always just feel so silly identifying myself as the proprietor of this display when I'm in the laundromat!

I took a photo of the board as I took it away from its home. Again, it is challenging to tell what lines have actually been created by a human hand and which -- if any -- go together. Here is my attempt:

love
protect me money smell
these
she dream we grow trust crime

trust you

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