61 avenue house is what they call it …. my new place of residence. A fairly large sharehouse that clearly used to be an old peoples home. The narrow corridors, the absence of locks on most doors, the support railing on the side of the toilet, the emergency calling buttons, the abandoned elevator, my loneliness, state of mind and the liquid soup for dinner has seemed to added 50 years on me.

Dont plan on spending too much time here during the day and as long as i stick to that plan, i can probably live through this more or less depressing experience. For the first time in 9 months, i am alone – all alone and if there is anything i cannot stand, its loneliness.