Report from Millbrook, Jonas Mekas, 1966
T. came to a stop at a magazine, and said: I want walls like that. Only in Venice, I said. Well no, I’ve seen a wall like that in America. Are you thinking of painting your walls? I said. I was thinking about it, he said. In the back room, T. was thumbing through a magazine. Make sure it’s audible from the back of the room. As I passed by, I sensed a ticking motion. She put her hands on the table. There’s been a lack of respect around here, she said.
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