Some day this building (or the one that replaces it) will have air conditioning. In the meantime, it provokes memories for me when I ride by on my bike from when I was growing up. You have to maintain a certain level of stillness to cool off in the kind of heat that requires a fan in the window just to survive. You can’t really sleep. You have to just lie there in your sweat writing lines of poetry, fanning your imagination. And so I did.