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RE: DWELLING The Novel - Chapter TWENTY-SEVEN: Flatlined
There can be so much self-loathing when the creativity isn’t flowing. Irrelevance always seems to nip at the creative person’s heels like a pack of wild dogs (yet we often press on, eventually push past it, and grow). You’ve captured that so well here! Great work, brother. Was it common to have a bathtub in the kitchen in those tenements?
Thanks Brother! Yeah, I believe every apartment in the Tenement and many in the surrounding buildings in the LES had/have bathtubs in the kitchen... if the tenants were lucky enough to have running water at all. Crazy what we take for granted these days! Oh well, just gives us more time to wallow away in self pity when we can't locate the artistic muse. Ha.