My life’s been a mess ever since I started this magazine. Right now I’m staring at a coffee table strewn with empty cans, paper towels, and two plates of half-finished pizza. To map my apartment is to draw jagged lines through fields of debris—wire racks, envelopes, flatplans, and all the other junk of my enterprise.
Before winter arrives, I’ll have to …
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