This was the day when a fresh coat of white paint on the front door brought a brilliant white light into the house that refreshed and renewed us.
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This was the day it rained that followed the day it rained that followed the day it rained until you began to feel like a water-logged watercolor painting, edges growing all soft and smeary, to-do lists and to-don't lists running together in your mind until you didn't know what you were supposed to do and what you weren't supposed to do.
Bunk's all-night music studio where the tunes never stop / New Jersey / March 2010
This was one of the many nights of the mix tapes expert who was able to calculate, with uncanny accuracy, or maybe I should say with an engineer's accuracy, the precise mix of songs that would use every recordable inch of the 90-minute audio cassette tape, while producing an eclectic mingle of music.
This is the day of the dreaming girl shaped from clay and Franciska's hands.
“You need a room with no view so imagination can meet memory in the dark.”