Post by kittenhart on Aug 15, 2008 23:18:27 GMT -5
Unpacking the Office (Mine & Yours)
These are my books, my memories, equations commited to my memory, Marking in the margins that I made at a younger, more gullible age. These are my philosophers that I cried over, and my misguided lost poets that I read aloud. These are mine.
These are my photos, my manipulations of the light, my flaws I chose not to dodge or airbrush. (Some of these frames are recycled, but they’re still mine.)
These are my errors preserved here…I claim them.
I saw that. I witnessed and recorded it. This is my data. (I don’t care if it’s ever replicated.) It’s mine.
Your shit, by the way, is in the dumpster.
~ For us there is only the trying. The rest is not our business. ~
after 4 years, i still have a lot of stuff that was "ours" - stuff that we bought for the house and whatnot. it is so refreshing when i can finally replace something.
he gave me a crock pot for christmas one year, and although i loved it, it finally died a painful death a few weeks ago. i took some sick pleasure in carrying it out back to the trash can and chucking it in. now the next one that i buy will have no memories of him attached to it.