Hand in hand, the bat and the owl disappeared into the wood between the worlds.

I'm a bit late with this story, but this house seems lifted out of Last Year at Marienbad, for the purpose of literally gliding with vague deliberation down the hallway in a tangle of half-discarded dress, heels long since slipped from levitating feet. It all feels quite like a project I'm working on right now. And also, how strange for these 40-year residents of 190 Bowery, to be discovered, like an opera house in Bushwick, when really, they have been there all along.