solitude
I could have slept in the quiet but had to leave
Hear the quiet incantation of the uncle in the corner, hear my own breath in prostration.
The wisdom of never leaving your hotel room
The rare, forgotten feeling of knowing that someone else, someone responsible, is taking care of life for you.
Man in a Box
I lived in a box in an apartment building, itself a collection of boxes, in a city, a large mass of boxes containing other boxes.
