October 6, 2019:

I sometimes fantasize of renting the apartment where we lived. Twenty years, and when we moved I felt uprooted, the event which I believe prepared the ground for my breakdown soon after.

I have some of the furniture. I could put the bookcases where they were. I could buy cheap beds and thin bath towels from Sears to recreate most of it. The couch and two chairs would be tough to replace. It would be close.

Why? What would I do there?

Talk to the ghosts? Say prayers for the dead?