From where I sit in my tatami room, if I turn my head to the left, I can see out my 10th-floor window, beyond my balcony, through the space beneath the guard rail, across the long parking lot to a construction site of which just a sliver is visible, where the colorful equipment, such as yellow ropes, green ladders, orange and blue cones, and white tarps, are stacked into adjacent piles. I’m drawing toys, and they look like toys, and it’s a weird doubling effect of the real world and the world on paper, strangely 3-dimensional.
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