The Adventures of Anderson Modrion & THE ORIGINAL HIP
Lying perfectly furniture blossomed over the expanse of wounded carpet as the door opened and any visitor could see. The room, the first room, was never used. The middle room, the next room, with nothing but two orange crates and a Boston bean brown upright piano and matching stool was where it all happened on weekdays, and nights.
The Adventures of Anderson Modrion & THE ORIGINAL HIP
by William Kowinski
“A disspassionate interpretation of new fossil evidence is usually obtainable only when one awaits the reworking of the material by persons not emotionally identified with the specimen.”
E. A. Hooton
Apes, Men and Morons
Lying perfectly furniture blossomed over the expanse of wounded carpet as the door opened and any visitor could see. The room, the first room, was never used. The middle room, the next room, with nothing but two orange crates and a Boston bean brown upright piano and matching stool was where it all happened on weekdays, and nights. On weekends it happened in the kitchen, alternate weekends, when Trish had people in. During all of this time Andersoh Modrion could be found lost in paper and piano, in notes and notations, on top of, under, inside or usually at, thfe Boston bean brown upright.