No. 4 in a series of short things I wrote in J-school
Upstairs neighbour, how do you do it? How can you make such noise with only your feet? Amazing. Your heels must be made of steel. I’m trying to sleep, upstairs neighbour. You walk so much. I’m sorry you get no daytime exercise. I’m sorry you remedy that nightly. I’m sorry I live below you. Maybe your heels are not steel; perhaps your slippers are titanium? Perhaps you sport fashionable concrete socks? What is the deal up there? Is there a path worn? I want to understand. I want to visit sometime. Perhaps when sleep doesn’t matter ,which happens rarely, upstairs neighbour. I may have to kill you. I can probably do it. I walk softly, cat-like. You wouldn’t even hear me coming. Incredibly, I’ve heard noisier footfalls than yours. However, I was at the zoo. My friend Dumbo sends regards.
Again, these were just short modelling exercises. I’m not going to post the essays and long-form pieces I wrote because I can’t find the digital versions.
Tomorrow: Sighting at 37,000 feet.