over the weekend a flutist moved into my building. a flutist who has no social life to speak of given that he/she is playing the flute freaking every waking moment of the day.
he/she plays the flute. the boy next door "sings." and vieve and i sit in my lovely apartment, our ears assaulted by amadeus as performed by deathcab for cutie.
it will be a long year.