Sport 33: Spring 2005
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
My present address is temporary. No sleek savvy cat dozes on the fire-escape, nor are my neighbours prostitutes and members of Black Power, but I like and use the peace and quiet here. If I duck down through the pines to Wallace Street, I can be in the city in twenty minutes.
I keep the joint uncluttered, low on visual noise. The spines of a hundred books and a Chinese wall-hanging—I confess to finding colour enough in these.