May 25th:
The few hours turned into days, it seemed. The people came in and out like the tide. it brought in waves of trailer parks, Mexican street corners, and ebay entrepreneurs. They rummage through the forest of rik rak for a treasure: gold they can purchase for a piece of copper. I escape for 30 minutes. The shortest 30 min. of my life. With every sip of my soup, The time to return to a form of torture gets closer. I sip slow and day dream of the end. I imagine ripping off my kaki pleated skirt, right in front of the mall, lighting a match and watching it burn till theres only ashes. Then I watch the ashes of monotany be swept away by the wind, I feel the breeze of something new in my hair and I smile. I look down, the bowl is empty, time to return to the presence of greedy, rude, garage sale shoppers. But only for 2 hours. I return with a bounce of freedom in my step.
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