Furniture that I can't fit in my ratty apartment.

Britta Riley A garden in my apartment

This is exactly where my old apartment in San Francisco was.

If you come to my apartment and see my closet, I'm sure you'd figure out why it's a mess.

Only the dead are safe in Gaza. I left my flat and my wife and I went to the family home, but not searching for a safe place from the bombing.

So I get out of the shower and I mechanically dress and I'm walking around my apartment, and I'm thinking, I gotta get to work. I gotta get to work.

That night in my apartment, after I got done kicking myself and so forth, I lay in bed for a long time, and I thought about skin grafts.

And on Sunday, June 14th at 2009 this was actually about two o'clock in the afternoon in Skowhegan, Maine this was my apartment there.

Now at the time that I was reading this, it was the middle of the winter and I definitely did not have room for a lot of dirt in my New York City apartment.