2 become 1

I knew the manufactures had me after this sweet ad on the teevee.

"Become one with your vacuum [cleaner]!"

not resourceful enough

I've had a good life. Probably way better than I have deserved.

I look back at everything I've done. Every single little thing I'd taken for granted and.... I just dont know why I had to go and give it all up so spontaneously.

Post-conflict reconciliation in Africa does not matter in the light of what I've left behind.

I miss my life. I miss my living arrangements, I miss my car and my home. And I'm sure my car misses me too. Parked somewhere random, waiting to be sold.
I miss my things being packed up in a container somewhere for a third consecutive month.
I miss my working week, I miss my morning commute. I miss my office. I even miss my boss.

I miss my firiday nights and my weekends. I miss my big sister. I miss our super trooper sound system. I miss eating out in the Old Town. I miss blackbread and Borges green pitted olives, I miss my home Selver and my gas station.

I miss my bars and my friends and my hang-outs. I miss my mom and I miss my dad.

And most of all - I miss you.

odd to think

"Odd to think that the piece of you that I know the best is already dead. The cells on the surface of your skin are thin and flat without blood vessels or nerve endings. Dead cells, thickest on the palms of your hands and the soles of your feet. Your sepulchral body, offered to me in the past tense, protects your soft centre from the intrusions of the outside world. I am one such intrusion, stroking you with necrophiliac obsession, loving the shell laid out before me. The dead you is constantly being rubbed off by the dead me..."
(j.winterson)

How beautifully grotesque! Words arranged in a fashion that render me defenseless.

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