The other night, for example, I dreamt that there was a staircase inside my apartment that led to an entire other apartment—like a set from a 70s period piece/orange with smoke-stains—and an empty room with a very dramatic window and a desk that would have been greet to write at if it weren’t so far up the stairs.
Something something about Bachelard / the attic room allegory for the brain.
IDK, I just woke up happy that my rent didn’t increase with all the extra space.
