Sleeper

Sleeper

Frankly, today I’m somewhat jealous. It’s summer now and housing has yet to turn on AC, so I’ve been sleeping with the windows open. Unlike at home, where that ensures a lovely fresh breeze, cricket chirps, frogs, and birdsong, in the Bronx it works out to 6-8 nightly awakenings and a coarse patina of dust. No wonder everyone in the city seems to have anthracosis.

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