Shelter

I love this house and would like to live in it.

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I have a dream

I wake up in the middle of the night after watching most of blood simple while lying on a red sofa. In the dream I've been having, an office building of men is climbing out onto the ends of a series of branches extending from the world's biggest Christmas tree. They keep jumping off. They're all killing themselves. Their mentality seems to be, Oh, well. I wake up, write this, and wonder if I'll be going to back to bed.

Sublet

A possible sublet in the West Village looms upon the horizon. It's all still up in the air, but moving to NYC seems closer daily. This would enable me to get up there, then find a place there, rather than try and find a place there from here, which isn't easy.

I can't say "I've wanted to move to New York since ..." because I don't remember a time when I didn't want to live there. My father grew up in Flatbush, in Brooklyn, so I've lionized it since, well, forever.

To live there would be like a dream that you couldn't quite let yourself dream, and then you dreamed it, and then it turned out it wasn't a dream at all -- it was real.