Some days I wish I could turn on the TV and find a new show that expressed something about my life — you know, ordinary, unbeautiful, constricted, urban life. For instance, the tenement in which I live is so cramped that sometimes, when I’m brushing my teeth, I can hear my neighbor brushing his. I can hear him shaving. There are days when I swear I can hear him cleaning his ears with a Qtip. …
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