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[hearthandshead]

the (dis)grace of living out of boxes. though not necessarily stoked for the next few months, it will be O.k. i keep telling myself this.

possibly one of my favourite things about my current residence is that i have never felt the presence of ghosts.

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[hadamar]

I thought you were going to move out into the woods.

[hearthandshead]

i want to i want to! give me a few years

[strange_bead]

wait so you have or haven't felt the presence of ghosts at previous places?

[hearthandshead]

i have, and i don't like it, really.

[superyessica]

what

[lizzief]

I say it's better to live out of a box than in a box, but then, so hard to escape it. from our boxes of residence to our box of education or box of work, in our little mobile boxes. we paint them different colors so we can feel special and unique. but the same they all are, their function, their purpose.
boxes have contained me, but less and less so.
hell no will i let humans keep me in a box like they've boxed and domesticated everything else. hamsters in their wheels freak me out with their oh-so-similar look of human on a treadmill. holy shit what are we doing to ourselves, the world?