TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 11.15.03, saturday morning Gloomy morning, gloomy woman. Upstairs in Apt. 401 lives a couple with a baby that cries and cries, a subscription to Bon Appetit and More, and a tendency to move the furniture at six am. The woman owns a hair salon; I often spy her clients, shower-capped and plastic-caped, wandering dazedly in the hall downstairs, inquiring Where's the bathroom? |