We misplaced maps and timetables for public transport.

We spilt ingredients over the vital information in cookery books.

We hid our deepest thoughts in journals which we hid so well that even we couldn’t find them.

We denied whole books.  We denied that they were ever written or ever existed in the bookcase on the left hand side of the dining room.

We lost plays -all kinds of plays -Ibsen, Chekhov, the entire Shakespeare collection.

We tore up phonebooks with our bare hands.

We burnt letters from loved ones, deleted emails and text messages and blacked out with marker pen the instructions to operate the washing machine.

We baked the bible in the oven on an unknown temperature.

We covered up the numbers on our door and the name of our street.

We promised to never send birthday cards again.

We made paper aeroplanes out of pages from the dictionary and flew the words out onto the street.

We soaked novels in the bath until the pages crinkled at the edges and the letters slipped off the page, turning the water inky black.

This entry was posted by Krissi Musiol on Thursday, July 30th, 2009 at 3:10pm.
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