we did not go to the old studio apartment today and are feeling the pressure to vacate the premises. the top picture is in the hall by the front door, by susan sarandon, not the susan sarandon but a boy who chose her as his artist moniker, i forget his given name. the bottom one is a found drawing from a little house they were evacuating. i'm tossing things that have had a life that i don't need to carry anymore. one day soon i'll be lighter in possessions and eventually light enough to fly.