Most of you have probably never seen the prior apartment. I certainly don\'t recall ever taking a photo, and even in most of the photos we took of things in the apartment, we worked hard to crop out the actual environment. I\'ll simply report that it was small, cramped and dark. I slept on a couch with almost no access to fresh air or sunlight, no chance for privacy and the almost perpetual linger of mold or similar odors from the countless floods we suffered.
By that token, the new apartment is truly the quarters of Elysium, a paradisical uplift in which I consciously bathe in radiant glory each and every moment. It's not merely the antithesis of its predecessor, it is genuinely a sort of heaven for me.
Included, oddly, are photos of a recent event which occurred right outside the door, about a week after moving in. I had been reading around midnight when I suddenly heard that old familiar din of screeching car tires. To my surprise, it was followed by the crunching of metal and fiber glass. I, and probably half the neighborhood rushed out to see that two young men had just, with unerring precision, piloted their auto into one of the streetside fire hydrants. Through this charitable act, Franklin Avenue enjoyed its own public fountain for about three hours.
