Monday, July 01, 2002

A woman in San Francisco is selling, bit by bit, pieces of a divorce. A failed relationship. A deceased lover. I'm not sure. Clothes and gear of a man. All of it used once. She doesn't need the three person tent anymore because it's a better size for families. The sleeping bag, used once, smells only slightly of a campfire. I'd like to ask her more, but the anonymity of the Internet makes those personal questions, for me, more awkward. At a flea market, a garage sale - I would, without hesitation. Over the Internet, over the phone even - no. 1:56:55 AM    comment []