I plugged my coffee-maker into a wall socket down the hall from my studio door this morning. Yesterday, the single circuit of electricity blew out and no one can fix it until later today.
Waiting on the coffee to brew, back in my studio, I thought about last night. I thought about candlelight and its specific depth of space.
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Last summer, Julie and I moved into a small artist studio. A two month sublet that would later become permanent, our things were stacked in the room like makeshift dressers those two uncertain months. We never unpacked.
We live here illegaly, still. The building is zoned for commercial property. The New York City fire department infinitely searches to evict artists who live in work spaces. We never unpacked because unpacking would be suspicious. After a while, we slacked off.
At night, escaping our boxed and secret lives, we spent last summer visiting the sidewalks of Tribecca, Soho and Chinatown. We are on Broadway, more than forty blocks south of iconic Broadway.
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