The one side of the layout is a micro-narrative. On the other side is a brief sartorial description and a note about what the spotted person is reading. At times the micro-narraitve offers a pastiche of what the spotted person has been seen reading.
Of my favourites is this “After Joe Brainard” rifting on Brainard’s I Remember and whose micro-narrative ends with a contemplation of the signs of loss
He remembers his bare toes touching the cold floor, how once it would be followed by a warm hand on the back of his neck.
He remembers the empty drawers, one less toothbrush, and the extra set of keys taking up space in his loose change bowl.
And Wilson is adorable in playing with Nabokov’s Lolita with a sighting of a 60 year old paired with micro-narrative entitled “Of Age” [which title offers me a hint of a Francis Bacon Essay “A man that is young in years may be old in hours, if he have lost no time.”] and Wilson turns with a note of herzschmerz to this end
He thinks of him like a little brother, these first few months out of the closet so crucial. He considers himself Trevor’s life coach — save for that first fumble in the back seat before he knew how young he was.
Julie Wilson. Seen Reading.
And so for day 348