There was a nice breeze at the roof of the DIA center today. The weather was not bad at all. A couple took important pictures of a water-tower. The woman with the shorter hair had a 35mm camera. She also shot something in the direction of Madison Square, the Met Life Building. The other woman, the more filigrane one, the one with softer, longer hair, had a video camera. She shot sequences of the river, then the stairs. Yes, the greyish stairs.
Four older ladies had a conversation in the café on the roof.
One of the guards on the third floor was reading a disintegrating book. It was a very decaying paperback. She was alone on the floor, the one with some incredible minimalist paintings. A second guard, from a different floor came up to her in a very hesitant way. "Are you busy?" She had her hands full, obviously, there were barely any pages left in the book she was reading. She still followed him. I sat down on the only bench in the exhibition and just listened to the sounds of the building. An incredibly loud, mechanical noise arose out of nowhere. It was as if a mill stone were grinding microphones.
After a minute or so, a woman in red nylons pushed an empty plastic cart to one of the elevators. Even the extremely finely dressed older Korean couple were stunned. The cart lady disappeared in an elevator. After some time, the only sound one could possibly hear were the cars on the west-side highway. And from time to time there was a sound of a dry, yellow page in a paperback being turned. The guard was back on duty.