Let me tell you the story of how we couldn’t move.
15.04 8:34 AM waiting for the movers. they said they'd be here in 3 minutes. but that was 2 minutes ago. I am smoking outside my window, pressing my elbows against the dark, hard wood, and blowing out the smoke. this is the last morning I wake up in here. I am watching over the cats, watching the security guards watching over us, the neighbor's balcony, the street with 4 cars parked in, and the cleaning lady walking into one of the buildings just now. I am hearing my sister talk about a lamp. my dad asking whether these hangers are empty or not. and imagining my mom's tired back. a zipper sound. a mention of a scissor. and a whistle for the dog. where is she? more tape. more tape noise. more tape. we need more tape. to lock our tears into our eyes. tape over everything. the birds fly over me for the last time. birds love it here. they will still be flying when we're not watching. more tape noise. where is the truck? 17.21 PM I just saw Annie Ernaux. we couldn't move today. we couldn't even move a finger. not even a single bedsheet. not one step. we just couldn't move today and mom and dad guilt tripped simultaneously. something to watch. the truck wouldn't take us the guy wouldn't like us it's okay, we didn't like him anyways. let me tell you the story of how we couldn't move. our obsessive compulsory behavior didn't allow us to go from A to B. actually on a second thought it was our anger. our frustration that kept us hammered in our place. or the 23 years that insisted we stay. the hardships of letting go of violence. and dust. one last sink into the couch before you say goodbye. one last kiss. one last hit. one last disappointment. one last fight. one last box, I need tape. wait for me or go on already you know how you always declare me as impatient? do you know why we couldn't move? no, think again. no, it wasn't the truck men. or the money. or the big cupboard difficult to disassemble and reassemble. no it wasn't you. and it wasn't me. 16.04 10.37 AM the movers are listening to Céline Dion while disassembling the cupboard.