Not to get all It's Not That Deep Oh My God, but I think living in apartments truly hones you as a person. I feel like the people online who argue "nobody fucking does that" have never lived wall-to-wall with strangers, to their detriment.
If life in apartment buildings teaches you anything, it teaches you to naturally, instinctively respond to the question "who the hell lives like that?" with "well, someone does, apparently". Nothing teaches you that there are completely normal people living normal lives, but make choices that you personally never would, like knowing you have neighbours who regularly, habitually do things like vaccuum their home at 9 pm, or listen to Leonard Cohen's Famous Blue Raincoat on a loop from 7:30 to 9 am.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time to Regency England just to see readers react to Elizabeth showing up at Darcy's house
Like I know these tours for fancy houses were a common thing, but did people lose their minds over Austen's set-up? The fact Darcy shows up? And is super kind to her (non-embarrassing) relatives??
I just want to be in the room during these chapters, please
it's not that I need a quiet day or a day off exactly; it's that I need a pocket of time that exists entirely outside of linear time as we know it that would allow me to get things done without time passing in the real world, and frankly, I don't think that's too much to ask.
Watercolor piece for my solo show ’Ripple’ that was held at Gallery Nucleus in August of 2023. This painting is based on a photo I took in Osaka several years ago at the Expo Commemoration Park✨
My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.