“This is a writer’s apartment. This is a great seat to write from!”
Funny. I thought the same thing. My friend’s fiancé and I have similar taste. Talking to him helps me understand how others feel around me. We are both sure and certain which must be unnerving to most.
It’s been 12 days since I last wrote… why does it sound like an awkward catholic confession?
A knock on the door. A young man noticed someone living here and was curious. It jars me. The cabinet guy asks me if I live alone. The woman inside is terrified. Most violence against women are inflicted by those she knows. Questions are ignored and conversations abruptly ends with sharpness of her tongue.