TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 11.09.17 I find traces of himself everywhere in the house. Unfinished small bags of peanuts. Flecks of rolling tobacco. Half-used packets of gum. Stray lotto tickets. It's maddening, tidying after him. But if the house was always tidy and neat, I'd think something was weirdly missing in my life. |