The Almost-Drawing
November twenty-second. I picked up the sketchbook. That's the whole sentence. I picked it up, I carried it to the kitchen table, I opened it to the page after the third drawing,…
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November twenty-second. I picked up the sketchbook. That's the whole sentence. I picked it up, I carried it to the kitchen table, I opened it to the page after the third drawing,…
Read entryAugust fifteenth. The sketchbook has been on my counter since June 2011. I have opened it approximately forty times and closed it thirty-nine of them without putting pencil to pap…
Read entryThanksgiving. The apartment smells like butter, which is probably the best thing an apartment can smell like at nine in the morning. I had the sketchbook out earlier, I don't know…
Read entryOctober arrived with the particular rudeness of a month that looks beautiful from the window and is actually cold the second you open the door. I have been inside a lot. I opened…
Read entryI took the sketchbook outside today. That's the news. That's genuinely the whole update, and I am choosing to count it. It's been sitting on the kitchen table since June, face-up…
Read entryIt's been the kind of week where nothing happened and everything was fine. The apartment gets warm by two in the afternoon and I've been leaving the window open because the fan do…
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