The places we have known do not belong only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years. - Marcel Proust

Thursday, August 12, 2010


here is the tiny loft for the bed and other things

this is the hallway and kitchen, bathroom on the left

this is the main room/living room
this is my door

this is just outside my door, in the hallway

Wednesday, August 4, 2010