[it’s where you could find me when you couldn’t find me anywhere else]


..an old woman sitting on her rocking chair looking blankly outside.

..a face with bloodshot eyes under the blackest of veils.

..a star seeing its fellows but never getting close to them.

..the sound of rain hitting the pavement.

..an old bony dog with his chains clattering as he walks.

..remnants of a once-beautiful and now-abandoned house.

..silence and darkness.

..a wrecked car.

..a man calling his family overseas.

..a woman in her thirties telling her mother, “can’t you remember who i am?” her mother peacefully sat on the rocking chair, still looking blankly outside. when she looked at her child, she said, “sorry, who are you again?”


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