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9.18.2005

photographs found between pages that havent been opened in forever do not assault me the same way handwriting does.
pictures are nostalgic and sweet when they fall into your lap unexpectedly.
notes and bits of errata attach themselves to me and can't be flicked off.
i am not sure what to do with them when they drop in.
the "non-stuff-collecting" part of me wants to toss it.
it shouldn't mean anything now,
right?
but i can't bring myself to put it on top of the coffee grinds in the trash that is about to be taken out.
and i cant make myself open the box where i keep the bits that i have deemed worthy of attachment, to put it in there.
and i don't want to leave around to be on display in this life that has nothing to do with that one.
so i decide to put into another book that i won't be opening anytime soon

.: posted by landry 11:09 PM

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