After the Deluge: Pulp Non-Fiction
Autumn rain in Saigon. Nostalgic? Screw that. Today my house flooded. I have all my books off the floor, but my housemate had about 30 of my magazines scattered throughout the floor of his room. I came home after dinner to find them floating like lily pads. There goes 200 bucks worth of art mags. I'm moving to Thailand for a house on stilts....


Posted by on November 5, 2007 1:46 AM | Permalink
