what she would like to do
Everything in her world reminds her of sadness: the smell of bacon crackling over heated oil, the chill in the wind that flows through the windows, her bedroom, her balcony, the sun. She looks at her small apartment and sees memories crammed in every corner, overflowing and overwhelming. She has already spent most of her life running away from these memories but in each new location she finds new ones, new things to mourn. For once she would like to stuff everything in boxes and ship them away. Perhaps, she sometimes thinks, maybe it is she who needs to be shipped. Shut into a box away from all the noise and life and be sent to a place that the past hasn’t touched. How indeed can she uproot something that beats as steadily as her heart?