They had an outdated work number and couldn't get it touch with us. So they drilled the locks, busted into our apartment and hacked apart the wall. Now we have an enormous industrial fan blowing at this hole in an attempt to dry out the plaster so it can be fixed. You know those Robert Gober sculptures of drains looking into the walls? I heard him talk about them once, and he explained that walls -- and drains -- hide horrible stuff -- hair and soap scum, dead mice. So I'm sort of enjoying peering into the wall's unconscious. There is also some lovely Victorian wallpaper deep beneath many layers of paint.

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