There are many things I've said and done that I've forgotten about. Even though my apartment is not large, there are many things I have that I've likewise forgotten about.
Let me explain:
I was rummaging in the back of a closet the other day, looking for a particular hat. I did not find the hat. Instead, I found an entire set of matching luggage, given to me by a relative long ago and promptly stuffed out of sight. Heavy, cumbersome, and covered in an unfortunate pattern, I would never, ever use these bags. Why, then, had I kept them in my limited storage space?
I pulled the luggage out and laid them all on the floor. I unbuckled, unzipped, and opened every compartment. I found 8 pennies, a safety pin, two bobby pins, one dried up lipstick (jungle red) and a letter with mysterious handwriting on the envelope.
Inside was a sheet of paper with handwriting scrawled on both sides, an artifact from the pre-digital era. From what I could make out, someone whose name I didn't recognize was in hiding from authorities, and asking for assistance in obtaining travel permits.
I go to the kitchen for a large knife, and cut the luggage up into small pieces. I wrap the pieces in some canvas, tie the ends securely, take them outside, and throw the bundle onto a passing truck. I watch as it gets further and further away, until eventually it becomes a speck on the horizon. I blink my eyes and it's gone.
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