it smelled like wood smoke and cold rain when i rode my bike to school today. i was late and my legs ached. i always pass henry's cafe on clinton and look at the people eating breakfast inside. then i pass cleveland high school and sometimes there are kids sitting on the steps or standing at the corner. right before i get to reed i pass the house i lived in 2 summers ago and i always look to see if josh or nadia is outside.
in class we talked about architecture. a machine for living.
this weekend i slept too much and didn't read enough, and sat around trying to figure out what irrational space is. yesterday i wandered around downtown trying to find it. i didn't take a whole roll of film but i hope it's enough.