muse
nasrin khosrowshahi
is 22 600, she types, types, types. Some kind of boredom, sounds pretty nice, she will stick with that title, well, until the next reincarnation of the title, “the always in flux title� is better, not that the author really knows why, anyhoo, she feeds her words to the computer, feeds her words to the computer. 70 pages, 70 pages. She ponders, what else is there to write about, she looks up, some more descriptions of the windows, the buildings, the library, some kind of boredom sets in, it is inevitable, comes with the job of a writer, producing words, producing words, what kind of job is that, that? She repeats words at random, after all, she has to reach the 50 000 words mark, come end of november, who knows why, who knows why? The big red S on the building outside of the window, the scotiabank S, and she types, types, types. --ANOTHER SCENE In the Richmond library, listening to the kid at the other computer read the text on his monitor to his friend, it has to do with x-box and games and exotic stuff like that, now he reads the text about piracy, has to do with playstation 3 and Microsoft and sony, the two kids are ten or nine, the text should be about legal disclaimers and stuff, the author listens in to them, but types too, it is very informative, at least that is how it sounds, and one can let it flow into the NOVEL, the novel that does not really go anywhere. Anyhoo, the author is happy, she replaced her lost library card and did not have to pay a fine, so this is good, this is good, after all the woman in vcc asked her not to use the learning center, it is only for students, not for wood-be-novelists roaming the streets of the lower mainland. And she types and types and types. Downstairs, in the art gallery, an exhibition is
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