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The contents of my purse: a freeform poem?
My keys
A fully charged iPod that I haven't added music to since May
A pencil
A pen
A blue moleskine with the beginnings of the documentation of my life and adventures in Europe
A glue stick
Scotch tape
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman
A charged camera with a full memory card holding onto my memories for dear life
A wallet with more American money than Euros in it
A cellphone
My passport
I could run away right now and be happy.
"I could die right now, Clem... I'm just that happy. I've never felt that before. I'm exactly where I want to be. I'm just... happy."
"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."
My keys
A fully charged iPod that I haven't added music to since May
A pencil
A pen
A blue moleskine with the beginnings of the documentation of my life and adventures in Europe
A glue stick
Scotch tape
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman
A charged camera with a full memory card holding onto my memories for dear life
A wallet with more American money than Euros in it
A cellphone
My passport
I could run away right now and be happy.
"I could die right now, Clem... I'm just that happy. I've never felt that before. I'm exactly where I want to be. I'm just... happy."
"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."