apartment hunting

About that time of the year to start looking for new dwellings. Hope I can find something cheap. Maybe in the same ballpark price as a basement apartment in Venice. Somehow though the term 'seepage' comes to mind there. Or maybe I can work out an arrangement and reside in an old limestone lighthouse accompanied with a shortwave, listening to small voices with accents that I'd imagine saying, 'so, you want to come around for a spot of tea then?' And rent would only be to climb the cast iron stairs from time to time during daylight to the lantern room and wipe the concentric lenses of the home light with my handkerchief. But never at night. I would accidentally look right into the glaring beam and then turn away and see sparks, like looking at a polka dot bikini and looking away, although I would never look away really. And maybe get a job directing wayward sea turtles. I suppose I would need a lot of patience. It wouldn't be so bad if I had plenty sheaths of blank paper and a jelly glass stuffed with pencils. And books, lots of books near a fixed light. And if she'd come by she could wear my heavy Indian design cardigan when I would navigate my arms around and teach her blue guitar chords, her eyes refracting the light of a solitary candle.