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the neighbor across the hall moved somewhere, and now her empty
apartment is being renovated. the workmen noisily tore out all the
appliances. they left the door unlocked and at night i have walked
thru the eerie wreckage.
Someday soon I too will be moving and I have to think, despite all my
best efforts, it is just an anonymous apartment in which I left no
traces. The day I leave the workmen will also rip out everything I
ever used and fling it into the street. The apartment has no soul, no
identity, and I leave no traces wherever I unhappily pay rent. My
next apartment will be the same anonymous lodging. I lack the means
to buy a house except in the most depressed parts of the USA, where no
work can be found.
If only people noticed me or heard my voice or cared for my thoughts.
I live in a screaming silence.
