May 23, 2006
glass and irony
One supposes that Washington, District of Columbia, is least ironic of districts simply because it requires an incomprehensible avoidance of self-reflection to work for, in, or around the government and not notice you are a dupe executing a devastating business plan and calling it good works. Thus the cafe called Breadline serving the lunchtime needs of the laborers at the World Bank, deep within the vast volume of which we imagined was preserved the entirety of the Bretton Woods.
The inevitable encounter on an operating table of a sewing machine and an umbrella.
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