March 8, 2010. Continuity. When I was a boy there was a similar hose outside my father’s service station. It was rolled in circles on its hanger, waiting for the next person who needed to put air into a bicycle tire, or a car tire, or a farm machine. Nice circles. Now the hose is a loopy series of shapes, mostly off the ground, but energized and ready to go someplace, eager to be off its perch. It’s funny to find a service station in New York City.
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Thursday, March 11, 2010
LOOPS
March 8, 2010. Continuity. When I was a boy there was a similar hose outside my father’s service station. It was rolled in circles on its hanger, waiting for the next person who needed to put air into a bicycle tire, or a car tire, or a farm machine. Nice circles. Now the hose is a loopy series of shapes, mostly off the ground, but energized and ready to go someplace, eager to be off its perch. It’s funny to find a service station in New York City.
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