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I open the door, walk up the steps to the second floor and walk towards my apartment door, and I
notice that Lynne's door is slightly open, and I hear two women talking. I can immediately tell it's
Lynne and Kathleen, they had met once before because I was gone, and it seems they have met
once again under the same circumstance.

I go to her door and knock two times and then open it, believing that I have the right to do so
because Lynne only knows Kathleen through me, and I see three women sitting at a table, and they
see me and tell me to come in. I greet Lynne, Lynne's mother, Emily, and Kathleen, and they tell
me they ran into Kathleen in the parking lot. That they were talking about Joe. I picked a great time
to come home.

At the end of the discussion, I learn that Kathleen took the liberty of contacting the landlord and
informing him that Joe was in a coma, and if she could take his things from his apartment. With his
rent being way overdue, provided she had identification, he agreed, and she was to take his
belongings in the following week. That made me wonder what types of things Joe owned. If maybe
knowing about his possessions would help me better know the dreamless identity of Joe.

One wonders if it is the things we own that define who we are. Will the behavior of a woman who
owns an expensive car differ severely from the behavior of a woman of the same age and
background who owns a cheap bike? Certainly it will play some kind of role in something.

The party is over, and I go back home. The phone is blinking red, it has a message. I hear the voice
of Kathleen telling me that she was going to visit. Kathleen, visiting, about thirty seconds.

The light stops blinking red, and then I remember the dream I had, the switches on the walls. In
particular, I remember that I saw the words lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride in red
writing on the wall, and realize that just like the words from the five stages of grief, that these
seven words were also from a popular list of words; the seven deadly sins. I start to wonder how
many other lists of words I may have unconsciously put in my dream.

There is a knock on my door, it's soft, which means it's probably Lynne. I look through this fisheye
view and I see her wearing the same bright green shirt she was wearing before, and for a second I
fool myself into believing that I know who she is, philosophically, and even if I can't see other
things because this view is so narrow, I at least know I can see her, and understand her. This
fisheye love.

These thoughts make me smile, but then she starts to walk away. I forgot to open the damn door. I
open the door and she looks back, I say hello. She starts to walk towards me and smiles.

After the general phrases such as "how are you?" and "I'm glad to hear that," she starts to tell me
about how her mother was visiting and was going to take Sarah and David with her for a little
while so that they didn't have to deal with their father, Silvio. As I'm wondering why she is telling
me these things, Mary walks past us.

Lynne says hello, but Mary doesn't reply. Maybe she is still bitter about the parking lot thing. Mary
makes me realize how much I hate people and their tendencies. Flip on the hate switch and make