hipstomp photo essays
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Day 180
Today’s soundtrack:party people going places on a D-train
(stop, that, train, I wanna get off)
Today at 8:02pm: dinner at Subway
Someone lives here.
I’d show you a picture of the building I live in, but I won’t because some of you do freaky fucking shit.
A group of dumpsters waiting in line for a free handout.
A pigeon contemplates asking a woman to adopt him and make him a brother to her son.
This is what you call a Taxi Clusterfuck.
I dream of flourescent lights and Wong Kar-Wai.
In this city, fun is where you find it.
Look at all the components on this truck. Do you know how complicated it is to build something like this? So why can’t the waitress get my coffee right?
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