So we each have a key to the apartment but there is only one do-not-duplicate key for the building, and from the very initial moment of our shared existence we have struggled over it, clandestinely. At the moment I have it. Haines wanted to know what’s the rent? $700. There are several studios like ours along the Market, but Buck told Haines ours is the omphalos, which would be about the right size of our place if the Market were a body but in that case our little hole in the wall would be located a bit farther south and around the back. They say all dynamic systems are sensitively dependent on initial conditions, and the current one I am flapping around in is starting to bug me. I’m feeling denied.