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2002-01-25 - 7:15 p.m.
Yes, but is it the Congo? I write to you from a new location this evening: my bedroom. That's right, my bedroom, all eight by twelve of it, which is now home to not only a bed, a nightstand and a bunch of clothes bins, but a bed, a nightstand, a bunch of clothes bins, a desk, a rolling chair and a futon-chair. And a little CD rack. And me. How is this possible, you ask. By a simple feat of engineering which has allowed the bed to "float" over my head with the support of four sturdy cylinders of metal. I am metaphorically "lofted" further in the sky, to float into dreams through the city window that I always dreamed of as a child, looking down over a gritty, real city through a grimy city window. It was Sesame Street that first taught me that cities can be beautiful, with all sorts of fun people around, a hardware store and restaurant you could walk to, a lovable green old homeless man that lives in a garbage can, it's okay, he's a grouch, but he'd never hurt you. And behind every wall there could be a Snuffalupagus just out of sight. Yes, there is something I love about the idea of a city - a sense of the mysterious, the thrilling, the unknown to a little suburban kid who hadn't seen outside his backyard yet. Go Patriots!
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