The Room of Turning Machines
There is a room on Sixth Street that stays open all night and costs money to enter, although nobody guards the door.
Inside are twenty machines and every one of them turns clothing in a circle. For some time I could not tell whether the clothing was being cleaned or being taught something. A woman showed me the correct amount of powder. She was not startled by me, which I have noticed happens more often at night.
I stayed for one full cycle, which is thirty-one minutes. The machines make a sound like weather. Nobody in the room was speaking and nobody appeared troubled that nobody was speaking, and I thought: here is a room where a person is permitted to simply wait. We have no word for this at home. We have four words for waiting and all of them are about what comes afterward.
I put nothing into the machines. I had nothing to wash. I do not believe this was against the rules.