Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
I was up a ladder cleaning the chandelier in the grey salon today and I started trying to count backwards to figure out the year when I bought it (because it feels like I’ve been doing this for eternity.) The first place I could remember it in was my red room. After a long search I found pictures of the day I got it. I was so very, very happy that day.
I wasn’t bad looking then. It was 2002.