Diving Into The Wreck
Diving Into The Wreck
Once the electrician got here, he got started working and I fled to the study while he made a lot of noise in the rest of the apartment. When I came in and said, “how’s it going?’ he said the fateful words, “not so good,” as he crouched by the baseboard. Dust was everywhere.
The wires, he said, were so old they were disintegrating in his hands. When he took his lunch break, I can’t say that the place looked actually better than it had before.