Mark's Pages

January 19, 2005:

"Why don't you wait upstairs? It's a private area, like an apartment. There's nobody there." We agree, but it's not clear where the access lies. There it is: iron rungs set into the pillar at the center of the room, like the ones climbed by circus acrobats to reach the trapeze. Upstairs the apartment is small, with new carpets like a motel room. But there's tracked-in water from the rainy deck outside. It's not true that the place is unused.