Chapter 22: Darkroom
I eventually drive Trent home, walk him into his apartment on the sixth floor in his building, and decide to stick around to take a tour of his place. His pad is small but tidy and overlooks the city and the Ottowa River. He shows me his open-concept living area, which consists of a small eat-in kitchen, living room, and computer area. Next, he hobbles into his orderly bathroom: no pubic hair on the toilet, soap and shampoo in squeeze bottles in the upright shower, no watermarks of any kind. Once we exit the bathroom he leads me down the hallway to a closed door, which I presume is the only bedroom in the apartment. Positioned outside the door, he admits, “I sleep on the sofa. My bedroom is a darkroom for my photography. Maybe someday I can afford a two-bedroom place.
