Before Darl became a Fraggle, he lived in a couple of shabby rooms in an attic of an old house in a fictional part of Toronto called Sunnydale. The neighborhood had seen better days, and the stately Victorian homes had mostly been converted into flats and apartments, some rather worse than even this one. As you can see, it's small, but Darl had created a complete lifestyle -- an old TV, DVD player, a cheap stereo, a couple of book cases, a computer, a phone, a fan, and a coffee maker. There's no kitchen or cooking, though.

Those looking for deeper meanings will notice resemblances between Darl and myself, but we are not and were never meant to be the same people. He lived a different life than mine, one that required him to abandon far less than I would have to if in his shoes.

UPDATED FILE! Although it is supstantially the same, I have introduced a number of small changes to the apartment.