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I hadn’t slept well, and tired the next morning I moved very slowly, and laid on the couch after a breakfast of coffee and cereal. I couldn’t help noticing the bare walls. I’d been in the place for over a year and still they remained bare. Plain white walls. What was that about? Obviously, it represented my incompleteness; it was as if this time was such an interim period, it didn’t make much sense to put all the effort into decorating to make it my own. A few months maybe; a whole year, no way.
This wasn’t the first time I had this talk with myself. There were multiple versions. The thing was that, despite my awareness of what this meant, I still made no effort to do anything about it. I had a couple of paintings I picked up at local art fairs stored somewhere in the apartment. I did
