Moving

[squirmelia]

The ashes of dead plastic bags fluttered from cupboards as she prepared to move.

She piled up her belongings against the windows, squashing the boxes of Lego underneath notebooks full of discarded dreams, jamming layers of t-shirts with band names on next to bags of different coloured sand collected from faraway beaches, and so on, until she was left with (amongst other things) a CD player, but no CDs, lilac boots she'd sworn she'd never wear again, and a bed that seemed to lack a magical bedknob (to transport herself and it), which she probably had to soon discard.

Comments

[the-elyan.livejournal.com]

I have a fair amount of Dali in book form, but thy are nice in original format, like Hopper, which was the biggest retospective I've been to to date.

Not a Neighbours or Hom Away man myself, I'm afraid. The Oz plan is:

a) in initial germination stages, and
b) deeply inimical to my thrifty Northern sensibilities...