Sniff sniff
Thu, 01 Nov 2007.
My neighbours? They have a noticeable pile of mail slotted in their door. This isn’t regular mail but notices from the apartment building about events, building maintenance and reminders to be quiet.
See, the mail is jammed between the door and the door frame. It’s been that way for weeks now.
Everytime I walk past their door, I sniff a little. Maybe listen out for the sounds of a distressed pet. Nothing. No smell, no noise. I tell myself they’re probably on a nice long sunny holiday in South America or something.
