Im still here by the way.

7:27 sunday
-Theres a man that comes in every day and complains that the new york times is never in the lobby when he wants to read it. He says that there is nothing better than coming in after a long day of work and drinking a glass of wine with the paper. I can only think that maybe, for him, the world is alot easier to process when the day is at its end.

-there once was a homeless man with missing teeth, a blue umbrella, a red apple and a sports coat.

He walks into the lobby.

His smile ((large)), he sang along to the entire rolling stones album, belting each note. clear and precise.and then he left with his umbrella and apple. I did not catch his name, but his voice sounded great next mick jaggers.

oh, and did i tell you that the stool, next to the desk ,inside the building, inside the city, atop the planet, circling in the universe, swirling in intergalatic space..feels better when your sitting on it. it gets lonely. the stool knows this because when she looks at it, she is sad, the conversations and glances, looks, stares, nods, laughs. oooh thats what the stool knows.its empty here but hopefully not for long.