Backyard BrooklynThe urge to document is a kudzu to which my proclivities provide fertile climes. This morning I nearly started another blog (another blog) photo-documenting the covers of the books in my apartment replete with shallow reviews of each book. This hit me like a flash-flood of bricks as I read the morning paper, and as instantly as it came, bearing the promise of universal interest and great personal satisfaction, it receded in a fit of shame, leaving painfully unsoggy bits of unrequited blogging aspirations.
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