Use black and white photographs as wallpaper, and

it would be like super gluing memories to a jail cell.

Use a magnifying glass to search for the story with

the happiest ending and find scratch marks over

your great-grandfather’s eyes so he can’t see

that you’re still afraid of the dark. Count the

amount of innocent grins in the pictures and

calculate the proportion of fake smiles relative

to naivety.


It’s hard to leave the room when the world seems

to have paused, but try your best. Look at the door as

it is, not with maggots growing

in the cracks and the hinges broken and rusting.


And if you don’t like what you see, buy a can of paint.


The End

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