June 27 Report

An empty basement with this humming of fluorescent lights. No cars. Outside, the rain subsides. It left a kind of glistening finish, so when a cab passes by the tires make the ticklish sound of tires passing by. There are security guards and the distant radio dispatches saying something in police code. In the elevator there are mirrors duplicating my image inside an elevator. I reach the twentieth floor, and in the bathroom are mirrors, too, duplicating my image inside a bathroom.