yeah, i did get a little manic over there. there's still no name on the mailbox, but it doesn't matter all i got was junk and bills, fuggit gnome sane, yeah it's annoying to be erased but i guess i needed a nudge from the universe gnome sane. and we did dump some stuff and vacuum some toxic dust. it's a diseased co-op, i mean it was probably good once, but it's not copacetic now. it's also the place of a dead artist, the one who went before, and now filled with my omnigatherum of stuff, much of it gleaned from other peeples dispossessions. it has a homey but uncanny feel. some spirit dwells there, though i never felt a distinct presence, like a ghost, except for my own. places do have spirits. so thanks r. for helping me sort out this conundrum of my life and past.