40°44’40”N, 73°59’49”W
Room 607

In 1993 in Room 607, my studio, living, working, and more than occasional dormitory for friends and strays at the Chelsea Hotel, I realised on shifting in I would have to also share the space with long time resident Mouse. Guardian of the room. The overseer of other occupants from Gabi Hoffman to the occasional junkie, hookers and roaches, to the room of Edie. Mouse, after much negotiation, and my confidance lifted, slept on my floored futon on the duvet covered in a rag-a-bone velvet patch work, hand-stitched quilt I found in a 26th and 6th flea market.

I learned to love Mouse and Mouse learnt to trust me. Comfort she did find. One night Mouse brought a new family to sleep along side of me. Babies she'd brought from the hole she dissapeared through during the day behind the corner, cold water sink. It was only the one night. After a few months Mouse didnt appear for a few days, which she was apt to do.

In Spring 1993 Mouse had come to sleep on our shared bed later in the night. I didnt see or feel her. In the morning when I woke up she didnt skittle away with me lifting the bed covers. Mouse had died. I buried Mouse in with my lavender next to my bed, which before I left my hole in the wall studio at the Chelsea Hotel I repotted with a window plant, which I hope remains to this day in memory of my room mate and much loved Mouse.

Adam Nankervis

Museum MAN
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