12.29.11 after returning to this place, i found a new room, which i decided to turn into my office. it reminded me of places my aunt told us to avoid, with proper scolding, in all of her old houses. "like around the stairs," my cousin recalled. that wasn't what i had in mind but, sure. after some time it became clear to me that this house, this suburban home, had been carved into the side of a mountain which may have once been a terraced home to some native peoples. it all occurred to me when the stampede came of hundreds and a parade of arrows began slicing through the tall window and chinese drywall. we ducked under flying dust and floating debris and i thought to myself, "how the fuck am i ever going to get any work done in here, with this kind of commotion going on?"
