Tuesday, January 18, 2000
It is raining at night in front of my apartment.
I just took out
all of the trash:
There's me in the elevator:
My rat and my snake. When I come back, who will remain?:
I'm waiting for the taxi as it rains outside. The taxi is 30 minutes late.
There's my luggage:
View of the San Francisco fog from my taxi shuttle:
My room at Ezra's parents:
Me, as I write this:
The books in this room: