THE ARCHITECT’S WIFE
TO MISSTATE ARISTOTLE’S PRINCIPLE,THE IMAGINATION ABHORS A VACUUM.
There are places that lie between people that are like breath in transit between the airports of two sets of lungs. In that air space, they’re fogged neither by my husband’s respiratory mist nor mine. The Rissik Street Post Office forms the no man’s land between our two pillows.
J has been working on different plans for the building since before he qualified as an architect. He’s probably one
