It was the strangest pce I had ever rented. Looming at the edge of a sandy parking lot behind a supermarket, it resembled nothing so much as two giant chrome onions with porthole windows stacked atop one another and perched on a quartet of stilts taller than the alleged house itself. Dragging a suitcase up the long angled dder was a great hassle. The possibility of falling down the hole in the middle of the bedroom to the kitchen/living room below was a constant anxiety.

  Now I find myself back here, unable to recall if my previous stay is memory or dream.