Here is a picture of my new house. What you can't see in the image is the man in the 5th floor window across the street who looks out every day, all day long until dark, at the street and the snow (when there is any), and the pigeons and the mailman, and never goes anywhere. Sometimes his wife sits beside him and they both look out the window. It makes me feel nervous but I don't know why. In other news, I have developed a fine-bone-china-tea-cup-and-saucer-fetish. It's a very expensive habit though, so I'm trying to cut down. I am finally reading books I like again, after a very long hiatus, and thinking about time. I am also sleeping on a very high bed, custom built by Bill so that he can walk underneath it without bumping his head, so at night before I go to sleep I am also thinking a good deal about death.

Reesa