Summer No. 4
Buying a condo is like watching the locusts settle on
your crops, except that it’s only your time that gets eaten, mornings
and afternoons stripped bare with contracts and counters, remodels and
installs.
We told our broker we were looking for a place with a
balcony, somewhere to set out our chairs and watch the last few days of
August from. Now the fields of my notebooks are thin and novel-less, while
my friend Andrew down in Mexico has a rented rancho fat with word, ripe
chapters hanging off every vine. |