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7.6.02 

"it's a heart break even situation/one part powerful elation/one part pitiful and free" -ani

all the acoustics in the room have changed.
yes, this is a metaphor.

the music ricochets off newlybare walls. i don't speak; there is no longer anyone here to listen. the silence creeps in through the ceiling, peeling down the walls and drifting down to nestle with my suitcases piled like an abortive pyramid against the blankness where the refrigerator was covered in magnetic poetry. everything i own except this computer and my telephone is stifled away - three suitcases, four boxes, two underbed storage crates, and a plastic bag.

i've thrown away or donated three pairs of pants, half a dozen shirts, six months' worth of design work, fishnets, flipflops, five cans of soup, eight packages of oriental flavored ramen, a bookbag, a sweater stolen from an ex-boyfriend, photographs of my siblings, oil and vinegar, an ice cube tray, two almostfull jars of gesso and one of matte meduim, two sets of sheets, one sheet of plexiglass, six feet of balsa wood, 1200 square inches of illustration board, two tins of altoids, a hairbrush, a purse, four rubberbands, macademnia nuts, and all the remnants of a life that i'm no longer entirely sure was real.

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