Dear Elpis,

I find that the cleaner my apartment is - the lonelier I feel. Something about the organized emptiness - the sterile smell of the cheap off brand chemicals.

I danced with the vacuum this morning - it had two left wheels - but I pretended not to notice. Though the broom got jealous, I danced. And it wasn't the dancing that made things clean - but the spinning of the way of the moving. The wirl wind of dirty spinning inside its core -