i rode my bike to her open studio today, which was part of Bushwick Open Studios & Art Festival. her studio was the most wonderful little box of space, with a leafy window, and a loft that held a piano-shaped board desk and wooden chair. i climbed up and thought, i could write here. i would like a studio.
there’s a huge block party going on outside my apartment tonight. it is six months until mfa applications are due. i am trying very hard to write.
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