book of days serial #5

He lived an apartment house above a place where a family of Mexican émigrés stayed. They were a transient pod. These new patriots had quickly converted the bedroom, which was directly below his own, into a day room, with a stereo of what seemed to be unimaginable proportions and inexplicable power. The thump of the incessant ranchero drove him to live in the front half of the apartment and to seal the bedroom with blankets and shirts where the sound grew from the floor. This was adequate for the time being as long as he remained hovering over the futon and did not touch the floor to receive the transmitted vibrations. He was sensitive to that.