So, for a whole week, I camped out in the woods and pretended I was an intruder. What a thrill it was to look at the house from the tree line, an outsider once again! It’s delicious to spy on one’s self. During that week I watched the house from afar and imagined walking around in the rooms, what meals a person might cook in the giant kitchen. I fabricated an entire routine for the person who inhabited it—their fondness for certain spaces, their shitting and eating schedules, their mundane, bizarre habits done every day at the same time, thinking themselves invisible. I took notes. In this
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