Spent the day flipping through magazines, pretty much bored. I felt annoyed with the amount of ads that were crammed in there, and as always there was barely anything worthwhile to read. *Note to zine: rarely have ads and only if they're relevant and unique. I was lucky that in between reading lots of crap, I had brought along a book by Elias Canetti, a Bulgarian born, Nobel Prize winner in Literature, who after reading several meaningful accounts of his travels in Morocco, seems like someone I'd really like to hang out with. Seriously.
Another way I passed time was by walking around all the nearby neighborhoods and occasionally stopping to take a break on someone's stoop. All the lively pastel painted homes and shady trees eventually lead me back home for a quick nap before work.
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