Table talk to think of when my house has uninvited trespassers. The stark contrast between charming charismatic guests and irritating annoying people. French girls catholics. My estate absent.
My tolerance for people in my house. Underground tunnels French women and men assailants stalkers. Am I now living in a museum or library? All communal essentially.
Are you touching my stuff? My guard dog in his cage by my bed. Partying at my house? Being annoying intentionally for no reason?
The Hotel Aubrey. A life of masturbation. Somehow it seems women got in my housing before. The collections I had that I suspected would disappear someday.
Will it just get stolen? Ultimately it seems there is nothing that can be done to stop this too. My fortress my castle my memories of places I have lived. Learning from guests maybe even ghosts.
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