The Store with Beautiful Things

The Store with Beautiful Things
Originally uploaded by franksutter.

I realized today that my entries so far have not been very inventive or all that original. And I also doubt anybody is reading this so I can probably just write, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy..." several thousand times and it would be all the same to my non-reading public. Forgive my pessimism, but I've been reading Dostoevsky's "Notes From The Underground" and maybe it's getting to me. Anyway, this image is on the side of a store in Chinatown (as if you couldn't tell). My bus goes by it every morning on my way to work (except that I recently moved so now it doesn't). I want to write a book of strange, brilliant poems, and I want to title the book, "The Store With Beautiful Things."

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