You can hear, what goes on, in the hallway. We're missing some kind of weatherproofing that would dampen the sound outside of the door. It's clear as day out there. A testimonial of the lives we lead. People can hear us fighting, singing, yelling, dancing, fucking. We do a lot of the ones that don't involve music.
I wonder, if my life had gone a different way, if we weren't us, if he wasn't him, what would you hear outside that door. Would you hear more dancing, more singing, more fucking?
But then I remember he is part of the we that got us here. We would never live here if we weren't us. And I love it here.
