Monday, July 25, 2011

I saw this guy (more or less, with some liberties granted for the casual sketchiness of the rendering) out front of that little corner store on Washington between Magazine and Tchoup. He was leaning on that newspaper machine like I don't think I've ever seen anybody lean on anything, like he'd been leaning on it for fifty years, like the sole reason for its existence was for him to lean on. (The extreme horizontalness of his torso, the jut of his hip, his expression of exhausted collapse...) ’Twas memorable.

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