Apartment; Lost; Sweater

2/8/10

I'm looking at a new apartment. It's enormous. It's in a part of the city I don't know, but I know it's Manhattan. It's furnished like a suburban house, with lots of rooms stuffed with crap and biig soft beds with quilts. I make an offer for it immediately and the old land lady sighs and wonders how anyone could afford it. I'm suddenly freaked out and ask for the price. It's $700 a month. I'm worried about her terrible poverty.

I go out into the city and get confused on the subway.

Will is over and we're making love. In between positions he keeps wanting to talk about sweaters. I'm laughing but exasperated.