Sometimes when I cook I'm reminded of the upstairs neighbor in High Fidelity who eventually fucks John Cusack's girlfriend; he listens to world music, wears a handful of thick rings, and all of his cooking sends powerful, "ethnic smells" into the stairwell. The staples of our diet right now are garlic and curry, so I envision that if I should ever meet one of our neighbors, or overhear them talking about our apartment unit, that they would say something about, That New Indian Couple On The Fifth Floor.
Monday, February 2
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