The idea, when first proposed, was as exotic and exciting as calling a Brooklyn phone number and listening to a song. There was something about the idea of living in a place that was more like a camping trip than an apartment. I thought the idea was a good one, and by then end of the month I had moved in.
I've been here for the past year, and have often thought about the stories of the building and the people around me. I hope that if nothing more, this will be something, not to sit here as a record of events that I'm sure I will write about that have occured in the past, nor of those that have yet to occur, but to stand as a reminder that nothing is constant. No structure, no person, no relationship.
Everything is changing. This is change.
