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My Diary

I found the charger in the freezer bag drawer

Dear Delyara, I was looking for sandwich bags and there it was, tucked between freezer bags and cling film like it had chosen a new life. I laughed so hard I scared myself a little because the laugh had tears in it. That happens now. The absurdity comes too close to the exhaustion and suddenly the emotional distance between comedy and collapse gets very small. I think that charger represented the whole week. Nothing where it should be. Everyone asking me where things are. My own brain following three tracks at once. A house that only stays functional because I eventually notice what no one else noticed first. I put it back on charge and felt angry at the whole shape of life for a minute.

ANONYMOUS