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Transcending A Comfortable Living Space

 


My neighbour has gone crazy.  

Let that sink in. 


DATE UNKNOWN

 

I am outside around midnight taking pictures of the spiders living in the buildings awning. Suddenly a blonde person blows past me while talking:

“Hey dude,” a deep voice says, “my name is Roxanne”.

She stalks off across the street trailing the scent of marijauna.

“Hello,” I reply.

“Yeah, I've lived in the building for three and a half years--”

“Oh. Nice to meet you.”

Roxanne is still talking but the sound doesn't carry back to me as she briskly walks off into the darkness.

I finish taking my pictures and go inside.


OCTOBER 3rd


  • I come home late at night to find the basement walls now covered in weird writing. Most of it superficially biographical (places visited? Countries travelled to? Organization affiliations?) What are we to infer from these?





  • Some writing feels ominous (OCCUPANCY HELD TILL DEATH is particularly striking)


  • Some feels disconnected (THE TRUTH IS THE TRUTH) because to a layman who just happens to live here, what is the truth? These blurbs don't tell a story though they do demand questions, top on my list being, “why the fuck would you do this?”


OCTOBER 4th


After speaking with another tenant our best guess is that our trans neighbour may have had her new identity ignored by the condo board. This is all alleged but it seems like these old folks wouldn't call Roxanne by her chosen name, or change her name in the lobby to reflect her new life. I can't say anything for sure yet but the messages scrawled on the wall and I guess other anti-social behaviour has lead to calls for the police to get involved and eviction notices to be posted.


OCTOBER 10th


The sustained sound of hammering is heard coming from Roxanne's unit. She has broken into the garden shed located around the back of the building.


OCTOBER 11th


More hammering.


OCTOBER 13th


She has updated her writing to include a list of vague descriptions of people in the building above [Simpleton Thieves]. I wonder what they have stolen? 


An unflippable image apparently. 

A guest book, again scrawled on the wall, has materialized this week as well.


So far I have not had another interaction with Roxanne.

 

OCTOBER 15th


So my best guess from what rumors I have been told and based on what I can see this woman is revealing herself to us. Strangers. People who despite living in close quarters know next to nothing about one another. Now I can't speak for anyone but myself, but I never bought this place to be friendly with the neighbours. That is not how I am wired. And the selfishness of this isn't lost on me, I am a work in progress after all. 

The basement is a white cinder block corridor that used to have bad carpeting and a distinct old lady smell. Now the carpet is gone, the walls have been written on and the smell has been downgraded to a mix of skunky weed, old lady perfume and Febreeze, 3 scents that Frankensteined into a funky stench.

Part of me is angry about this whole situation. The basement was never nice looking but now it is a fucking mess. My neighbour above me is said to be terrified of the whole situation. And like most people I don't like having my life affected by outside forces. I mean who wants to have to deal with weird, loud people or stuck-in-their-ways old people? 

I wonder at what point my life will go back to being simple and straightforward? Will I even notice?

I can hear Roxanne hammering again.



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