of course i would spend 20 minutes carefully packing my most prized, treasured and fragile belongings into a box, walk ever so slowly away from my old apartment for the final time, only to feel said box (having now been used three times) give way in my arms, showering my silly little trinkets of inifinite value onto the ground in an explosion of glass and rose petals.
the sky is falling.
the pale haze like a palpable wall of humid air and latent tensions stretching between sidewalks and a pavement colored sky, ticking even the crickets into believing time has stopped.
for the first time in years i experience days i've never seen before in this city. the weather, more often than not, can conjure for me the most detailed memories.
it was cloudy. i wore a scarf.
