We’re back in Durham, and this time we have TIME for Durham. We have a moment to explore the strangely twisted trees and the strangely twisted streets, and our strangely twisted hosts. We came back with tales of Wilmington, and now Tom and Diane are VERY eager to meet Deanne.
Yesterday, we played in the courtyard of their apartments before heading out on a long walkabout to hunt lunch. Their apartments somehow remind me of a grown-up version of the Commons (the dorms at MICA). It’s a small gated community, a couple of old converted factory buildings, none less then a hundred years old, and the interiors are all beautiful, and all different.
I’m not sure why THAT reminds me of the Commons. Perhaps the eccentricty of the inhabitants? Perhaps just the blue and brick.
So, in return for playing for them, we’ve gleaned one of the spare apartments for our time here – and it’s… beautiful. Heather and I are playing house, and I think we’ll have to go out and buy something to cook – it’s just so wonderful to have a space to ourselves. And such a fantastic space. And this time I DO mean fantastic – walls that don’t quite go to the ceiling, vast wooden pillars in the middle of the bathroom, strange angles and intense, rainbow inducing lights. It inspires me – I think we’ll gather the MR-8 out of the car tomorrow and maybe do some recording.
