It’s 15 degrees and I’m wearing my long-dead auntie’s mink. On the train ride to work the conductor forgets to punch my ticket. I must look to have boarded at a wealthier, outlying suburb.

~ Louisa Wolf @ Pequin

Noted 08.03.08
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