the apartment next to ours
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.11.13
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.