on wednesdays we play office
the view is better up here. back in the day, we played office in the basement of the little erick street house where i grew up. carrie and i had all the stuff that made it awesome: supplies from our moms’ jobs at highsmith, billing supplies from dad’s clothing store, and cool leftovers from the newspaper where he worked. even then, i used to dream about the building i’m sitting in now. i thought i’d run a magazine out of here when i grew up. eventually, i dreamed that in addition to the (wildly successful) magazine and publishing imprints, there would be an artists’ co-op and a letterpress shop and a bookstore and coffeehouse. the one thing i’ve learned about this building over the last 16 (has it been that long?) months i’ve been involved with the space is that it is always evolving. it is very much its own living, breathing thing. it’s kind of the timeless dragon of 1920’s buildings, i think. mythical and mystical, ever-changing, with limitless possibilities.
each time i leave the space, i wonder what will happen next. we’re in a relationship, this building and i. it’s complicated and exhausting at times, but i am still the starry-eyed girl in the backseat of my parents’ car approaching the main street/sherman avenue stoplight at dusk, staring up into the ancient windows, manifesting my dreamiest dreams.