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So last night I had a dream that I was reading a book. It was a short book, maybe 120-150 pages, almost a novella. And it consisted of a number of short vignettes from the points of view of twelve people who lived in a single apartment building and never spoke to one another. The narrative would switch back and forth among the characters whenever they encountered each other - in the hallway, the elevator, the parking lot, the laundromat, etc. It was all interior monologue about the little (and not so little) domestic dramas of these 12 people. In particular, you find that the man in 4A has a crush on the woman in 3B and vice versa, until at the very end, 3B says hello to 4A by the mailboxes, the first dialog in the whole book.
It was a really neat idea. Now I think I'll have to write it. As if I didn't have enough writing projects to work on.
It was a really neat idea. Now I think I'll have to write it. As if I didn't have enough writing projects to work on.