House Cunting

After an afternoon inside strangers homes, smelling their closets and judging how their shaped their kitchen triangles, I finally got it. I did not survive my father's unnamed exploits, 14 years sleeping 20 feet away from Dana, assorted imaginative forms of starvation and a nine year strangulation of emotions just to be here, looking for purification in some freshly dressed $450 000 fully detached "gem." No home, no building, no lifestyle, no investment will ever soothe me.

What soothes me is action. Decisiveness. Spending time with something, knowing when it is enough, and being done with it.

Piecemeal I am completing an ugly break. Not beginnning, but now, finishing it.