wearing my soul

I messed up in the laundry today. I always do. First I lost the key to the drying room and then there was an angry note on it that said that it should have been emptied an hour ago: I had booked the wrong one. Luckily I found the key with the help of a friend. Angry neighbours freak me out though. I don’t get the thing with neighbours. Living next to and on top of and underneath people but never communicating with them, except through notes on drying room doors. It’s weird and a bit sad.

Had a nice talk with a lady by the seal pond this morning though. She thought it looked creepy that the seals were lying motionless at the bottom of the pond. I calmed her by assuring that they were just sleeping.