44 Joy St

the door
the building
across the street

I don't know why I having taken a liking to popping by. This last time I took pictures and even talked to some kid (in his 20s) who lived there and was heading out somewhere outside the place. Oh jeebus, I'm losin' it aren't I? But I sit there and think about how special space can be to creating. I don't get much new writing done here on the couch, but I edit and organize quite a bit here. I get a lot written in my room, sitting up in bed. I get a lot of revising done in the dining room and kitchen. Walking around the neighborhood, ideas come to me. So, sitting at the steps at Joy St, I feel like I'm tapping into some fun little vibe leftover, you know?