It is summer. I have been here for one year and three months already. I’d like to erase my past and start with a clean, unbiased slate, however, that is impossible. To tell the truth I am from a wealthy family. I try to tell myself that I am living on my own, but the truth is that my father is paying for my bout of hermitage. I actually own nothing, feel nothing, and want nothing.
I live in an apartment which is paid for by my father. There is one bedroom, a kitchen, a dining area, a living room, a 3/4 bath and a washer and dryer. The only furniture is a bed and a stool, both of them were bought at a thrift store. There are no pictures on the walls, no fancy couches or elegant drapes. The things I am accustomed to are gone. I am now nobody.
There is a large window in the dining room where I sit to watch the world. From this window, I can see the street below. Across from my apartment, there is another set of apartments with a store on the first floor. I think it is a book store. To the right of the apartments, there is an alley and to the left there is a street. There is a bus stop on the corner of the street. If you leave my apartment and turn to the right, there are corporate buildings on the next block. Every day there are school kids rushing to the bus stop and business men coming off the bus to walk the rest of the way to work.
Today, I sit at the window once again. Beyond the glass is the “real” world. All those people hurrying to school or work. That is the world. They are too busy to notice the world around them. They take no notice of the old woman who sits on the stoop next to the bookstore (if it is a bookstore). She is waiting for her husband. When I first came here, I watched them take walks everyday. Then one day she dressed herself in black and left in a car. Since she came back, she sits on that stoop waiting.
The people on the street are too busy to see the cat who will lose all her kittens before the end of the week. The kittens were left there with their mother a week ago. They stay in the cardboard box they were left in waiting for someone to give them a home.
The people on the street don’t even notice the boy who is taking little trinkets from them. Trinkets, people won't even notice are gone.
I live in an apartment which is paid for by my father. There is one bedroom, a kitchen, a dining area, a living room, a 3/4 bath and a washer and dryer. The only furniture is a bed and a stool, both of them were bought at a thrift store. There are no pictures on the walls, no fancy couches or elegant drapes. The things I am accustomed to are gone. I am now nobody.
There is a large window in the dining room where I sit to watch the world. From this window, I can see the street below. Across from my apartment, there is another set of apartments with a store on the first floor. I think it is a book store. To the right of the apartments, there is an alley and to the left there is a street. There is a bus stop on the corner of the street. If you leave my apartment and turn to the right, there are corporate buildings on the next block. Every day there are school kids rushing to the bus stop and business men coming off the bus to walk the rest of the way to work.
Today, I sit at the window once again. Beyond the glass is the “real” world. All those people hurrying to school or work. That is the world. They are too busy to notice the world around them. They take no notice of the old woman who sits on the stoop next to the bookstore (if it is a bookstore). She is waiting for her husband. When I first came here, I watched them take walks everyday. Then one day she dressed herself in black and left in a car. Since she came back, she sits on that stoop waiting.
The people on the street are too busy to see the cat who will lose all her kittens before the end of the week. The kittens were left there with their mother a week ago. They stay in the cardboard box they were left in waiting for someone to give them a home.
The people on the street don’t even notice the boy who is taking little trinkets from them. Trinkets, people won't even notice are gone.
