After all the dislocation of my life, and the uncertainties of my existence, it is paradise to be in this quiet apartment in Washington. Some people say that my neighborhood is the dreariest part of northwest Washington. I am a stranger here, but I feel at home: it is life, and I am content--yes, miserable, but content with my misery.
I spend the day doing small things, drinking my morning cup of coffee, going to the library, then coming home and listening to music; afterwards going…
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