Personal Space
By The Parodist | July 8, 2008
Erase. Delete. Backspace. Ctrl+X. Shift+Delete. Wash off. Remove. Throw away. Annihilate. Eradicate. No, this is not a thesaurus.
Just words that came to mind one late July afternoon.
Then there’s the Recycle Bin.
Traces of the things you had meant to [insert verb] from your personal space. They will make you laugh. Some, ones that were kept secret, will shock you. Then again, coming to your senses, maybe not.
I guess this is one of the many moments wherein you’d realise how limited your vision is at times. Twasn’t that you didn’t pay enough attention, you just weren’t really looking to find something like it sitting there, mocking you.
Funny how things turn out sometimes, huh?
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