Spending the morning at Dunvagen with a giant portfolio of Lucinda’s original choreographic notations for Interior Drama. The sketches are surprisingly mathematical, little pastel creations she did back in the Seventies with Philip and Chuck Close and even a vague proximity to all that creativity makes me giddy. The view of downtown is a perfect accompaniment to fall and I can count eight water towers sprouting up amidst the rooftops.
Took myself to breakfast this morning, trying to read but mostly just snooping on the gestures and conversations and attitudes of the people around me. The oatmeal tasted like wet cardboard but the waiter called me sweetheart and made my coffee extra hot.
