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: