August 06, 2002 | 9:22 PM I'll light the fire while you put the flowers in the vase that you bought today
I love apartments when they�re vacant. Empty. Shiny white walls sans splotches or spots. Gleaming hardwood floors unblemished by scuff marks or cigarette ashes. Vacant cupboards. Hollow closets. All that potential just waiting to be acted upon. A neutral, perfectly balanced space. I was Buddha cross-legged on the floor. Free of restraints or constrictions or expectations. The one ornament. The first piece of furniture. It was a perfect moment. I was Buddha. And then I turned into Martha Stuart. Where should my bed go? Curtains or not? Which pictures in what room? Where are the phone jacks? Where is the buzzer? I wonder if the toilet/shower/sink works? And so on. My home. My space. I can fill it with whatever I want. I am completely responsible for it. I am stupified by that. Stupified and grateful and a little afraid. And I just have two more words to say. HOUSE PARTY
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