September 2001
September 2001I found her playing a primitive kind of table tennis using a tiny ball of crumpled paper and two mismatched ballpens - one with a cap and one that clicks - pinched by her index fingers and thumbs. The pens scraped at the table top and the ball haplessly made shuffling noises as it rolled left and right.
"What are you doing?" I ask
"Well, since I don't have a trash can I might as well enjoy my garbage."
posted by Otherwise Maladroit @ 5:25 PM
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