The woman down the hall no longer lives here. One — for everything of any note occurs at night — she packed her entire apartment into one small handbag and walked away, leaving a large hole where her home once sat. It was as if she opened her satchel and invited the wallpaper and the siding, the lamps, light fixtures and their ceilings in to leave with her.
The hole gapes at the world outside. The hole where the woman down the hall used to live reveals our most hidden secrets.