CHANGES

Carpet-thick dust on everything; the frames, the books, the piles of anythings. Piles that should be piles because why does anything have to be looked at twice. The complete opposite of the last space i occupied when everything was placed, and displaced, and moved about in random orders of pretending to find order. Just this constant rearranaging that made me mad with despair.

And how fitting to find myself in this mess, right now. This filthy, beautiful place with all its life and dignity -eh, did you see the porn everywhere ? And what about the fucking cum on the god damn walls for crying out loud, what is he, an animal ?!

The photos scattered here and there, frameless and oozing fingerprints from people who cared enough to look.

That sterile place I lingered in was almost completely out of my blood less than 48 hours after my departure.