Our neighbor who is a neurologist is almost done with a gut renovation of his condo.  Andy and I recently went to see it and we stood inside the vaulted space which smelled crisp, like construction.  New walls were punctuated by hundred year old chestnut beams. Everything was coated in an imperceptible film of white dust. Brian, the neurologist, explained how he thought of his place like a human body: its frame was a skeleton, electrical wires its nerves, drywall its skin.

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