Out my WELL window, Tom Igoe is on the floor in Boston with his Powerbook. His cat is walking on the keyboard. It is grey, muggy, and humid in Boston, he says.
On Arts Wire, Chris Abraham comments on the inaccuracy of my name. I am not sure what he means.
The silver bracelet that I was wearing when the accident occurred is in the white cardboard box, and my heart is as cold as the steel rods in my legs.