Jacob Lawrence, Playland (1947)

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September 21, 2003: Matted tail. Yellow mucus hardening at the corners of his mouth.
November 13, 2002: 1992, bus stop, Larkin and Hayes, waiting for the 21 Hayes outbound.
May 5, 2003: My cancer is like a friend who screens me from those parts of the world from which I choose to disengage.
September 24, 2002: I saw a crippled man struggle with his aluminum arm-crutches.
October 23, 2002: Black curtains, black towels, black sheets...
October 10, 2002: We were driving west on I-10, from Austin back to California.
November 2, 2002: She shows endless kindness to each of her tables, regardless of what rude or stupid behavior they summon in return.
September 26, 2002: I saw him on the bus one morning with a teenage girl in braces.
November 9, 2002: Her resentment at the way stupid Americans pronounce her name: "Lo-ray-na."
October 25, 2002: Market Street sidewalk, late afternoon. Angry light, angry shadows.
October 3, 2002: Afterwards her sister called.
March 13, 2003: Cigarette ashes inside her car, thick like gray-white slush...
September 4, 2002: Sketch: John.

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