Saturday, July 31, 2004
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Even though I’ve been here eighteen days (Christ, is that all? It seems like a lifetime), this Saturday was the first morning I felt like I was able to get out and watch the city wake up (they party until the morning, and stumble out of bed quite late). I took a walk and met a friendly drunk who staggered down the street as I was snapping a shot of a sign saying “Happiness is the way.” I met a loony street person who gave me a copy of her crazed manifesto, both in English and in Runic, which I plan to have translated.
