November 19, 2015
In his room are bags and bags of clothes and other items. His closet is empty and there is no semblance of order. He likes it like this. Some days he himself wonders, is he settling in just now? Is he about to leave? Or did he just arrive? He likes the surprise of how he would feel each day. It differs, and it's not confined to these three questions. There are days he wonders, is someone else here? Is someone settling in, is someone about to arrive? Did somebody leave their things strewn about for me to clean up?