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.
3 comments:
I feel your pain dear. Although school has started, so now the noise is assaulting me in the late afternoon and in the evening.
and here i am with metre deep walls and so very far away celilings craning to hear other life in the building, even the odd snore would tell me that I am indeed sharing this ancient structure with another human.
We'll get used to our respective 'its'
you are a fount of wisdom
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