I'm in a library that sells yarn.
I'm at an amusement park that sells yarn.
I buy a four-story house in Connecticut. I go there to renovate. The top floor was once a yarn store and hosiery shop. The former owner has left most of her belongings and it will require a great deal of time to clean up.
In every house or building I visit, there are several giant bathtubs (sometimes the size of a room) that haven't been used in a long time, and require some renovation to be used again.
From my window, I see an apartment across the street with a gigantic bathtub. I go there and climb the fire escape to use it.
I visit several hotels with giant lobbies and huge elevated walkways and rooms all along the edges, sort of Guggenheim museum style. The rooms are very expensive and not as impressive as the lobby. I am usually in Japan or China and I lack the correct currency.
Every morning, I shower in a semi-public space, like the locker room of a high school or college.
I'm on vacation at a resort with one long winding water slide, sometimes swimming against the current... often getting a mouth full of sand. I end up on the sidelines, vomiting sand.
I'm riding on a tram or a toy train over the ruins of a once-great amusement park or city, trying take pictures with a camera that doesn't work.
I'm driving through San Antonio, but the new highways have been built like roller coasters.
I'm trying to take public transportation in a town that is a mixture of Boston, San Francisco, San Antonio, and New York. I know where I'm going, but home seems very far away.
