Somebody I started with moved to the new place across town in June —
better lighting, a sauna, machines nobody could name.

I saw her back on the old rowing machine here in September
and asked whether the new place had been any good.

It was brilliant, she said. For about five weeks.
Then it was just a room again.

Every room becomes just a room.
That is not a fault in the rooms.

The Book of the Wanderer — Wall 29:5