Leave the dust behind. Read a good book.
A laundromat is a great place to catch up on your reading, and what better book for today than Italo Calvino's "Invisible Cities", a fantastic voyage into the very idea of a city. It is a brilliant deconstruction of why we assemble them, why they work, and what they mean. Why now? Because the Shimmering City on the Playa has assembled itself out of the dust and it will vanish just as quickly. It dares to explore with art what Calvino explored with fantasy.
An excerpt from the book:
"Those who arrive at Thekla can see little of the city, beyond the plank fences, the sackcloth screens, the scaffoldings, the metal armatures, the wooden catwalks hanging from ropes or supported by sawhorses, the ladders, the trestles. If you ask "Why is Thekla's construction taking such a long time?" the inhabitants continue hoisting sacks, lowering leaded strings, moving long brushes up and down, as they answer "So that it's destruction cannot begin." And if asked whether they fear that, once the scaffoldings are removed, the city may begin to crumble and fall to pieces, they add hastily, in a whisper, "Not only the city."
If, dissatisfied with the answers, someone puts his eye to a crack in a fence, he sees cranes pulling up other cranes, scaffoldings that embrace other scaffoldings, beams that prop up other beams. "What meaning does your construction have?" he asks. "What is the aim of a city under construction unless it is a city? Where is the plan you are following, the blueprint?"
"We will show it to you as soon as the working day is over; we cannot interrupt our work now," they answer.
Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say. "
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities