Logan Square
It's hard to sit down and put words to the strange feeling that I'm suddenly someplace where I know something like four people total and am close to none of them. It's not a foreign country, of course - though all the signs in my neighborhood are in Spanish, which I'm comfortable with anyway. The subtle differences make it all the more alien: not knowing where to go to buy cheap boots, not having any hobbies or activities or regular haunts to go to, nobody on the planet having time for you except a cat named Spookyboots.I guess the clearest way to demonstrate how bewildered I am is to say that while I'm writing, my bed is preheating.
Yes, apparently they can do that.
posted by Leah @ 10:55 PM
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