The Hour Is Now

It looked like an old apartment complex, one built in the 1970's during the heyday of the city, back when it looked as if everything was going to be booming more than it did. Three stories tall, with the court-yard being a pool and all of the doors of the sixty apartments all facing the center of the pool.

The rent was cheap, surprisingly so, and the management did not seem to worry to much about the application process and there was a gut feeling you should move there. You got your stuff together and got into my apartment quickly, acting as if a bad check was about to bounce. The first night there was quiet, with no one making much noise and the normally uncomfortable bed being surprisingly comfortable.

There was a feeling though, when you woke up in the morning, that something was different in your head. Things made more sense so you took a step outside to see if anyone was up to talk to, perhaps meet your new neighbors.