"The train had two cars. There was a total of fifteen passengers, lumped together by the common bonds of disinterest and ennui. The old man in the camel-colored sweater was still reading his magazine. At his reading speed, the issue may have gotten to be three months old. One heavy middle-aged lady was training her gaze at a distant point in space outside, as if a critic listening to a Scriabin sonata." -- Haruki Murakami
posted by Kathy at 12:29 PM
1. A desirable calamity
2. A domestic danger
3. A delectable detriment
[Three awesome descriptors for a woman I read in the Malleus Maleficarum (a.k.a the Witch Hammer, a.k.a. the handbook to the Inquisition). I'll let you decide which one suits me best.]
2 Comments:
and an apartment that smells like a cat is peeing right into your nostrils the moment the door opens.
http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/wri/94546650.html
you should do this, cause then maybe you could afford a non-urine scented place.
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