The smell in the hallway outside the front door has been close to unbearable for the past two days, and it is beginning to seep inside. In all likelihood, a small animal died somewhere inside the walls, and now there is no option but to wait – weeks, possibly, in the absence of any ventilation there whatsoever, thanks to the way this building was designed. One small mouse is capable of making life of so many people so miserable.

For some unfathomable reason, what comes to mind is a certain DJ from Toronto with a creepy mask. I am not even a fan of his music. Thanks pop-culture.