There is a lot wrong with life in an apartment complex, like feeling your neighbors' voices as well as hearing them, and all the general nastiness of sharing space without sharing life; but there are some things that I have always envied about apartment living - mainly, this one moment I keep imagining: the moment when you pass one of your neighbors in the hall just as he is opening his door and you happen to get a glimpse of his place. And what do you know, it looks like the picture you see here. A magical atmosphere full of Moroccan lanterns and ruby lighting and all-around mystery. And maybe you smell some incense and hear music, very quiet; perhaps the gentle twanging of an oud with a shower of little rhythms from a djarbouka. And you are like, Oh, man, I wish I could go in there.
More specifically, I have always wanted to be that person with the magical room, making people envious. I would look up at the wishful thinkers, smile modestly, and lock the door behind me.
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