…she came just a few hours later, at 6.55 in the morning on the 20th of May. Her name is Early B Clayton. She is perfect. Otto calls her “my baby”.
Our baby is due tomorrow. I forgot this strangest of feelings of waiting quietly for everything in the world to change.
Nearly finished an edition of 57 boxed pieces of a shirt once belonging to Andy Warhol & readdressed 100 already sent postcards.