I returned to my house after seeing a reading in Seattle. The readers were enjoyable. Seattle was being replaced. Many of the city blocks looked like Berlin after World War II. A billboard said that a transit station would be in operation in seven years time, in 2016. In Seattle, there were long range plans a foot.
I have seen my neighbor three times since I moved into my house six years ago. By 2016, I’ll have seen her three or four more times. She suffers from depression or some kind of malady that turns her into a shuffling, grey, affectless human being. The first time I saw her, the sky was overcast. She peaked her head over the fence to watch me mow the lawn. She said the last people who owned my house had kept the yard in perfect shape. They kept it in really good order, she said. And then, she disappeared behind the fence.