Tiny teapot in millefiore glass, seen through
glass, next to glass, reflected in glass. In the lobby of the Seattle Sheraton,
host to the AWP convention.
More adventures with writers: I
learned that the gym on the 35th floor had floor-to-ceiling windows, perfect
for checking out views and photo-ops. I hopped in the elevator and brightly shared
my plan with my fellow traveler. Remote and controlled, he replied that he
preferred to experience the moment unmediated, the better to note the
experience and use it later in his writing. Pompous jack-ass, I
thought, and replied that I liked to do both things. He looked away, smiled
faintly.
