I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, "Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know."
- Ernest Hemingway

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2010/04/15: Seats above the wheel well are favorites on the double decker-type buses. On the ones with your standard benches, I grab the one next to the rear exit and hug that railing like it's a week-old drinking buddy. From this position, the vertical balance poles bar any physical contact closer than absolutely necessary. Noticed that its quantifiably cooler at the back of the bus; useful factoid 'cause they've already got AC jets blowing with the afterburners on and its only April.

Later.

I'm on my first-ever voluntary trip downtown during the daytime, it only took me all of two years living out here to get around to it. If schedules work out I should be done with the assignment and out of Art Fair well after dark. Spooky. I'm listening to Ryan Adams' 'I See Monsters,' and its damned soothing. Something about a duke plucking guitar strings alone gets me, every time.

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