The neighborhood of 8 homes is never warm yet we have an anonymous harmony between us. if ever we see each other outside our 11th floor life, i am sure we wouldn't remember each others' faces, except for the one minor celeb neighbor, just because she's celebrity..
our floor has never been filled up i think, always at least one unit for rent or family on vacation.. our floor's tiles have not been used to foot traffic, 8 units with minor hermits as tenants.. i know i have 2 small famlies farthest from elevator (the bird family and the dog family -- based on the sfxs during saturdays and sundays when they walk or air their pets,) the front unit would be inhabited by 2 couch potatoes who'd blast their TV volumes watching AXN, always just AXN. the other wing would have a unit with oldies who don't open the door whatsoever (i had only 1 interaction with them because i had to switch bills due to delivery mix up (shocked at my electric bill, then realized it's not mine) another with the minor celeb, "companion" (shhh...) and helps and 2 units who would have transients as it is used by the hotels..
hmm how do you think they would describe me..
the girl with the strange playlist (some days i'd do for beatles and mathis, tom waits and carly simon, shimshai, social distortion, yano, tvj, pcd, days with mandarin tutorial on end)
the lady with the newspaper doormat (especially during trip days where i'd have a totem of magazine and newspaper deliveries piling up)
the hermit lady who's awake 24/7
(the mouse' house would have movements anytime of the day. Either she's cloned herself or she never sleeps)
btw, i saw a glimmer of smile with celeb neighbor as we walk pass the elevator (me in, she out,) aww, i felt warm :)
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