June 1, 2001
In Chinatown today on Mott and Mosco streets, buying bau for lunch, I looked up at a window and there was one of those classically Chinese pugs, long haired and painterly, resting his elbows on the window sill and looking out into the street. He wasn't merely gazing; he was looking with an animated and anthropomorphic curiousity. I went inside the shop under his window and purchased a disposable camera. I stood back to take a photo and just as the flash went off he disappeared inside. I waited a long time for him to reappear but he didn't. I left feeling as if I had been rude.
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In Chinatown today on Mott and Mosco streets, buying bau for lunch, I looked up at a window and there was one of those classically Chinese pugs, long haired and painterly, resting his elbows on the window sill and looking out into the street. He wasn't merely gazing; he was looking with an animated and anthropomorphic curiousity. I went inside the shop under his window and purchased a disposable camera. I stood back to take a photo and just as the flash went off he disappeared inside. I waited a long time for him to reappear but he didn't. I left feeling as if I had been rude.
- rachael 6-01-2001 9:34 pm