Sunday, October 17, 2010


From the outside it looked like the kind of building home to dental offices or some other kind of office wherein exacting measures were taken against decay. Or so I liked to think—that time spent at home would be spent cleansing, filling, improving something. It was a ten-story stucco thing with a short walk up to a glass door that opened automatically, as if the building could see you, or sense you, and didn't want you to touch it. - Ottessa Moshfegh "Dakota" from Sleepingfish 8

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