“Hold tight – wait ’til the party’s over; hold tight – we’re in for nasty weather.”
- Talking Heads
Our apartment has coffee stains and squeaky doors and it’s too hot in summer (but just right in winter) and there are junkie neighbours and noisy nights. I think a mouse lives here because there are little poos under the bed and the old lady next door smokes in the hall even though she’s not supposed to and I can smell it – stale and permeating. There isn’t enough space for me and you and our books and music and bits and bobs. But for now it’s our home; it’s where we can be.
Photo: Auckland Public Library, New Zealand.