ugly shag rug. I’d spent a year on it, as that sunk in I sunk into the floor and stared up at the gross green glow in the dark stars that I was still to lazy to remove from my ceiling. I’d continue to stare and blink breath and listen, until it grew dark outside and the stars actually began to glow. The Front Bottoms played in the background while the floors creaked under my feet as I made my way to the kitchen to wash my brushes and dump the water. I washed the brushes diligently and watched the water swirl down the sink.
My toes dug themselves into the the rug as I began to clean my apartment. I cleaned everything and made a point to avoid looking at the west wall of living room while doing so. Crumbs were swept away, old food was scraped
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A mix of black and white and every grey in between could be found in each muscle. The combination of dots and dashes that made up the morse code that covered the sculpture transformed into one continual line with tiny dots spread all along it. There are moments here only yours and mine. Tiny dots on an endless timeline. The line connected to a leafless, skeleton of a tree, as if it were a clothes line. My eyes continued to move across the script that was scattered across the wall. Simon was written in crimson and royal blue as an ode to the Intentional Dissonance. The two colors mixed and made a purple that draped itself down across the wall and led into the shirt on my nephews still body. It was a portrait from when he was seven and his hands were stretched out into a peace sign that reminded me of every ecstatic anime character ever. His mocha skin stood out even more when placed near the grey scale that was the sculpture and the storm clouds that were on his opposite side and his smile which had two blank spaces amongst the many white teeth combated the symbolism hidden amid the storm. Underneath the clouds and within the storm read 12•21•10, the day my