Anodyne
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
 
Raining and humid, like Toronto in September. Filmed-up windows of the bus, the Internet cafe. 80s electronica on the stereo, that track you've heard before but can't quite recall the name of, perfectly spaced computer drumming, electronic glitches and bleeps, the accidental static "texture" of the not-quite-perfectly-tuned FM channel. Incognito in my beige canvas Eddie Bauer ballcap, the perfect piece of fashion camoflage, so middlebrow as to be totally inobtrusive, like fabric that bends light. Outside, a Chinese couple dodge through the stalled traffic carrying red clay pots full of tall white orchids.


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