photo: kathryn yu
The Acrobat is it’s own little universe. A quiet, vulnerable place where it rains most of the time and the inhabitants rarely speak above a whisper. Coffee is served all day, and everyone tends to stay up late and think too much. Lights are used sparingly, and there is no such season as Summer here. The music only plays on turntables and the tone is thick enough to keep you warm if you listen hard enough. The Acrobat is not for all of us…as some would not understand it’s pleasures. But I do.
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