Friday, March 28, 2008
The Laundromat is a strangely beautiful place on a rainy evening.
The strange non-verbal interactions that take place between customers and the groaning silence of the few working machines create a strange feeling of warmth and safety.
flickering off-white lights drone through this ambiance. Cars speed madly from place to place, without pondering the simple beauty of this place.
I will sit and breathe in the strange elegance of a rainy night in the laundromat.
Posted by Daren at 7:16 PM