After we entered

that hotel in downtown Boston -- the one with the giant clock -- we found that the first floor or two was taken up with some sort of exhibit, I don't remember of what. On the second floor of the museum and exhibit there was a narrow staircase , and we began ascending it, up and up, and at some point we knew that our goal would be to go to the very top. It took a long time, and towards the end instead of a door every two flights of stairs, we had to go up four or so, to see the next door. Finally the stairs ended and there was just the final door. Would it open? It did. We were looking into someone's apartment, or really that person's hotel room. I think that's what it was. There was a large window, looking out onto Boston skyline, and the Miami Vice sountrack was playing. Was there the slight sound of movement? Maybe not, but we dashed down and down and down and out.

That was the same day as a number of other things I think: The parking garage with flowers emblemizing each underground parking layer (e.g. a rose is level A, the lilly is level B). And sort-of crashing SteerRoast at MIT, and my friend's melancholy about it.