Where am I?

a diary of sitting

lo cate (lo kat) vt. cat/ed -cating [LOCUS - place] 1. to establish in a certain place [offices located downtown] 2. to discover the position of 3. to show the position of [to locate Guam on a map] 4. [Colloq.] to settle [she located in Ohio]

11-26-01

Sitting at a table infront of a window. It is dark outside, but there is electric light from overhead. A uniform illumination falls on my typewriter, a Smith Corona XL 1000 made of putty-colored bumpy plastic. I have just written a letter. The table top is round and made of light wood. On the table is a roll of masking tape, one blue pen, one blue highlighter, one Exacto knife, a video of the Lumiere brothers first films, a dictionary, a book on the artist Rebecca Horn, a sketchbook, a grey ceramic mug, a lamp in the shape of the globe (now off,) and several plastic folders, one holding blank paper.

11-27-01

Sitting at a table in a black office chair with no armrests. The table is long and rectangular. I am infront of a monitor with computers to each side. To my right is an empty paper coffee cup and a roll of abandonned thick masking tape. The light in the room is dim.

11-28-01

Sitting on a black leather chair with a square back and silver chrome legs. I am at a table with a faux-wood linoleum top. The edge is rounded and painted a mild orange color. I am looking at a blank page and flourescent lights are humming.

11-29-01

Sitting at a green table in a green chair. Talking and drinking water out of a heavy clear glass cup.

11-30-01

Sitting on a planter made out of red brick. The night air is cool. People pass infront of me, walking towards large glass doors. Sound carries from interior to exterior and vice versa.

12-03-01

Sitting infront of a monitor. There is a very plain clock, the kind that makes me think of elementary school, on the wall to my left. In front of me, an arrangement of papers are stacked in neat piles.

12-05-01

Sitting in a very comfortable couch, upholstered in fading fabric with large red flowers. I am reading what photographer Robert Frank wrote in 1991. Looking for words.

12-06-01

Sitting in a green plastic chair. It is early in the morning but the room is windowless and it is hard to tell what sort the day has become.