Sunday, March 09, 2003

Looks like the antiwar protest is coagulating as I write, like a strange attractor in some lavishly holographic CGI representation; an abstraction clothed in flesh and bristling with cardboard sentimentality. I must descend to street-level to enjoy overpriced (but very good) coffee despite the slicing cold.

This morning I had breakfast in a great indie coffeehouse with Net access and lots of stylishly exposed ductwork.
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