At K’s apartment.

Trash and nibbled food everywhere. Cigarette butts, empty Tecate cans, egg shells.

Every toilet in the apartment is broken. One overflowed and flooded the master bath. The chain broke in K’s toilet. It is the only functional toilet. One must reach into the reservoir (and get one’s hands wet) to flush it.

It is freezing. It’s like a cold castle.

The entire place has been spent and discarded. There is granulated sugar everywhere.

K. is sleeping like a bear in some kind of Oriental(?) (Tibetan?) fishnet tunic.

“I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t think it would be this bad”