i remember when i lived in bucktown and i had to get out of it. i saw the film the sacrifice and learned about the monks who burned all their belongings every five years and moved on to the next place. i was walking around the neighborhood musing and smelled smoke and imagined it was my apartment. but you can't burn an apartment. you have to clear it. it makes me breathe shallow then deep. it's not just the apartments. it's the head and heart, it's our life we have to clear.