saturday january 4

today i heard an odd, persistent beeping noise before i went to bed. it was faint, and it didn't seem like it was coming from anywhere inside my apartment, but it was loud enough that i knew i wouldn't be able to sleep until it stopped. luckily, it was cut short after about five minutes, but by that point, i'd developed a hypothesis -- it was the smoke alarm in the downstairs apartment. although i never confirmed or denied whether that was actually the case, the theory resulted in my spending a half-hour in bed thinking about a favourite topic of mine, dating back to childhood: how i'd escape from my place in the event of an unexpected fire, and what i'd grab to take with me before being engulfed by the inferno.