one of the more tranquil and cathartic experiences to have. find a low traffic laundromat get high with a friend and wash some clothes together maybe listen to a little music. I'm banned from two out of three laundromats in my hometown.
I went to the neighborhood laundromat yesterday because my dryer is broken. I forgot how much I love the sound of the machines and the smell of the soap and people simply waiting in companionship. Laundromats as a common ground. Laundromats as a third place.
The laundromat is where I catch up. I read my book or just sit in the sound bath of cycles. I’ll take a phone call or two with distant friends if the laundromat is packed or empty. Pictured here is an exceptional load of laundry from years back.
