I jotted down so many thoughts today and none of them seem interesting enough to share. I feel like my ideas are awkward and jagged–I've been angry about having to pressure a former gallerist who's been avoiding paying me for a piece that has been with a client for years now. But it finally seems sorted.
I wrote several paragraphs about recycling, a whole page about the bravery of people who jump down onto subway tracks to rescue others (I saw my husband do this once after a homeless man toppled off the platform. Also, my 6th grade classmate Mirsad Velovic, while we were waiting for the C train after school. Though he was just rescuing a ball, not a person.), and I wrote a bunch today about toy weapons (Are light sabers more acceptable than guns because they aren't real weapons?). Maybe I'll share some of those themes if I find myself thinking on those subjects on subsequent days. Hopefully I'll move on and put this day and all its clogged mulling in the past. Some days aren't meant for thinking. At least not the kind of thinking that should take up bandwidth in any additional
Here's a photo of an athletic shoe recycling bin. My favorite of the 3.