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The night before last, I dreamt I lived in a physically impossible apartment building. My apartment had huge windows, covered with sheets, and an upper floor that couldn’t exist because the building didn’t have enough floors. There were stairs - dark gritty sewer stairs - leading into the center of the building that were blocked off by chain-link fence and padlocks.
My invented neighbours next door had the most amazing place ever. It was all clean Solaris-esque design - low furniture and fuzzy warm white. They had an open kitchen and a ceiling-mounted projector and a pocket-sized
letterpress tucked between books. To top it all off, there were clunky enlargers MOUNTED to the walls, sticking out high up like some kind of weird sculpture. You’d have to remove them if you wanted to print photographs.
It was so beautiful.
Sometimes I worry if my obsessions with retro technologies, urban decay and old foreign sci-fi have gone too far.
Nah.
