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the apartment next to ours

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I saw the woman who lives in the apartment in the building next to ours. It's been 21 months or so, and despite our kitchen and hers being separated by only ~3 meters, I've never before seen a glimpse of her. Which is weird, because the lights are always on in that room (I'm assuming it's a kitchen, it's cluttered with stuff) and in the other room we can see from our bathroom (which has absolutely nothing in it except a bare light bulb).

I mean; I assume it's an apartment?

Just as I assume that the basement "apartment" I sometimes glimpse a block from here that has no curtains and you can see that it's stacked to the ceiling with chairs. Still haven't figured out what that could be about.

Odd street.