9/11 2002 group show
1:35 AM Cat Rescue
I was frightened going up that
stairwell in the dark because I knew I could not move quickly without any
light if something else happened. Made it up. That was that. My apartment
covered in dust and who knows what. One window was open one inch. The cats
were cats. Filthy brave quiet purring smacking me gently and not, protesting
in small subdued voices all the way that long strange walk to fifth and 9th
That's basically enough for now, I know, I know overlong. I thought you might want to know what Tuesday was like.
(excerpt from email 9/13/01)
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