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I sift through the fragments of others. It’s terribly curious that people’s paraphernalia fascinates me more than they ever did. Floral prints and unique scents, I claw through the lace in parlors and unearth cloistered secrets. The accumulated mass of possessions seems to be a more intelligible version of a mind. Knickknacks of unknown significance speak of something incurably human. Desires tumble down out of shelves. I turn, fearing the breach of some unspoken law. A letter threatens, words directly from an abyss. I dare go no further than a caress. All objects have lost their softness. Their beds remain untouchable, too like them. Silent memorials, hollow impressions of bodies remain.



I wander through markets in pilfered garments, wondering what they would consider of this and that. My voice seems shrill as I exclaim over an imagined delight, pantomimed from endless picture albums. Hands wander idly through racks of clothes, touching, not taking. Though dim and cavernous, echoes of music spring readily to mind, crooning, melodious, and utterly empty. The sunset burns wildly through glass doors and rows of skylights, somehow reaching my eyes but avoiding the aisles. Perhaps another look in the back rooms to ensure no more secrets are hiding.



Derelict industrial parks are my favorite on steely gray days. The technology already seems foreign and archaic. Personal effects in lockers and an indelibly stained coffeepot. Unrelenting heat almost gives the illusion of movement. Pipes crisscross overhead, flowing without destination. Keys whisper portentous hints. What is a lock with nothing to secure? Everything is a ruin, I decide. The reflection of sky on metal makes me wonder otherwise.