Dead Air Space

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The room was the opposite of what I had created in my house, the opposite of the soft beauty that came from my talent for arrangement, my talent for living, the opposite of my serene irony, of my sweet and exempt irony: it was a violation of my quotation marks, of the quotation marks that made me a citation of myself. The room was the portrait of an empty stomach.

My book collection has recently reached over 160 books, of which I have only read about a third. Goddamn compulsions.

My headless pal has found a new place on top of some of my books. She’s a treasure keeper.