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March 16, 2012
A friend recently described my apartment as a cocoon after he was shocked back into the reality of windy wintriness upon nearly dozing off on the sofa mid-conversation, the lullaby of steam heat and the whisper of three windchimes on my patio and the cooing purr of my cat the only contributions to sound after our gabbing subsided. People feel comfortable here. They like looking at my stuff. They're amused by my cat.

They break the spell, however, when they're compelled to remark that their house is ten times as big and their mortgage is a third of my rent.