My friend lives in a cave. His apartment is cold, dark and bare. Everything from the carpet to the drapes are absolutely ancient, with "that old smell" eminating from them that no amount of candles and air fresheners can cloak. We leave the windows open at all times - even when it's raining or snowing, hoping the elements would 'freshen things up a bit'. I do not exaggerate when I say that his kitchen sink faucet streams water with metal shavings and his fridge hardly keeps anything cold, often resulting in spoiled meat and milk. I joke about there being asbestos and black mold residing in the walls - although I probably shouldn't because I wouldn't be surprised that even the very thought of these plagues would cause their creation. I won't even begin to talk about the demons associated with the bathroom for fear of arising them, and needless to say I get nervous everytime I plug my laptop in.
Dave's apartment resembles the Roman mythological caves that represent Somnus's darkness, Pan's isolation, and Python's concealment. Caves are often where few venture, and my poor friend must live in one "because its cheap." I hope this place will not corrupt him and turn him into some sort of monster by the end of the semester :(
