August 11th, 2020
The only thing that was in our apartment when we moved in was a large old rolltop writing desk, which has become my home.
I sit at this desk for weeks on end drawing and writing and vanishing into my own little world. It was left here by the deceased previous tenant who happened to be the poet laureate of the Lower East Sid…
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