I’d never experienced an absentee landlord, but my girlfriend was an old hand.
I want to be a standup comedian so I watch and re-watch The Best of SNL on VHS. I have the music montage memorized and I know when to hide behind the couch because the guy dressed in purple with high-heeled lady boots is on and he can see me through the television.
Initially each moment scores my skin, days ticked off on a prison wall, but over time I adjust, make reluctant peace with the moments as they ponderously unfurl. The knowledge that figure modeling, I make in three hours what I do as a barista in six, also helps.