a detail i forgot to include in
this month's gallery essay is that the day after getting the software, marty mocked me because i had stayed up all night working on my computer and was exhausted the next day. i told her to be nice to me and my new software because Apple's Tiger saved her marriage. she, like the gas-station clerk, indifferently shrugged her shoulders before turning away.
perhaps it's just that everyone but me knows that my seductress was really a prostitute trying to salvage a slow night.
