so i have a new bookcase
and a minute after it's been put together it's already half full
...
sigh
i've been
...
well idk why
maybe it's six feet under
(boo on that account trs)
with lovely lovely michael c hall
(boo on that other account
so boo on both accounts)
but i have been feeling
like
everything is changing
...
no
like everything is asking to be changed
like life is shouting at me to jump out on the streets and DO STUFF
...
so i was rearranging my books and it felt so
...
temporary
...
so useless
...
and now i suddenly see all my furniture turning into cardboard boxes
swallowing my books
my crap clothes
trs
even my dust
everything being eaten by cardboard
ready for immediate send off
...
ready for
something else
...