It is clear there is precious little considering afoot, howsomeever.

We are entertaining realtors with bright shiny eyes--so far, two. They arrive with bright shiny presentations in shiny binders and dignified fonts and clever MS Word layouts, graphs and tables. They praise rooms and chatter market talk.

Sometimes I think we have wandered too close to the Billy Gates of Hell itself, which must, indeed, spawn such merriment to torture the souls of uncertain Man. But then, I think, "Fuck, what do I know?"