The Flaneuse’s Return
Every now and again I find myself contemplating a suitable place for a desk. This may sound mundane, except that the home in these musings is not where I live. Even in reverie, this desk-placing endeavor is no easy feat. For while the contemplation serves as a daydream, the home—an apartment in Kensington, Brooklyn—actually exists. And because it exists, one must respect its actual precincts. One cannot place a desk in a fictional space. That is to say, I cannot place a desk in a spare room or office because in this apartment there is no spare room or office. What there is, rather, is a rectangular main room from which extend like the arms on an E, a vestibule, kitchen, and bathroom, and before the bathroom, two windows and... Read more...
