Thursday, April 07, 2005

I have this recurring dream of 4 basements.

It is a vague dream. Nothing much happens, but it takes hours. I'm searching for something. A non-descript person who lurks in my periphery is helping me look for whatever I lost. The basements are fairly standard and bare. Cement walls, a few cardboard boxes in each. After we glance around the floor of one basement and rummage through the boxes, finding only papers and not the missing object, we climb up the stairs, back into the dark little hallway, then down more stairs, to search through another basement.

The only thing that sets these basements apart is the temperature. One basement is sort of chilly, but not uncomfortable, two are mild and one is unbearibly hot.

I never find the missing whatever-it-is.

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Yesterday, I went back to my old apartment building. The one in the city. Why didn't I like it there? I can't fathom it now, how incredibly trapped and lonely I felt living on my own. Was I really so alone when I could walk down the hall and knock on a door, or go to the coffee shop or the beach and undoubtedly find somebody I knew to talk to?

The stove is in my old window. It has been ripped from the wall, I guess. I assume they are trying to fix the place up so they can charge twice as much for it.

A friend of mine in the building told me they've been evicting a lot of people.

Give up, guys. You'll never turn that dump into condos as long as those foot-long cockroaches dance in the hallway.

posted at 12:49 PM |