You don’t even know me. My secret is a bag of things I used to staple to the wall. My secret isn’t growing anymore. The wall is made of all the things that have ever happened. To me, the world is not an empty room. The washing machine sometimes washes clothes all night. I waste water, sometimes and every time I shave I am aware that I am ruining the world for my children. And sometimes ruining the world is the only thing that keeps me alive. You see there’s that watch store in Eagle Rock, there’s a water store on Victory Boulevard. There’s a car dealership not far from there. There’s a center for Autism. I am trying so fucking hard to ruin lives. I am trying so fucking hard.
