this tuesday, i picked up a yellow envelope the mail carrier had slipped through our mail slot. inside was the puppet and the dwarf by slavoj zizek, which i had loaned to my dear friend four years ago. the return address was the same as that on the mailing label: my name and san francisco address laser printed on a strip of plain printer paper, very carefully covered and sealed with glossy packing tape.
where are you, paul?
March 28, 2008
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