Likewise, "Single-Occupant Home" reads smoothly, deliciously, as Burgin's narrator tells us exactly how (if not precisely why) he has taken to breaking into people's houses, only to drift through them in a dreamy, distracted way, like a depressed ghost.
It's these kinds of people Burgin seems to understand the best; these are the ones who provide the most interesting (and unsettling) pieces of wisdom. This particular loony tells us he sees actual magic in the knickknacks in a stranger's house because they were collected to "save memories," without which we'd all be like "a giant flock of crazed bats."