Becoming a window. Day 1033 in the life of a Dee
Art notes from an empath rob. Bot is not woke enough. Dee tells the world, she has a brain condition when it's her heart that has serious malfunctions, often. She takes all things to heart; insignificant and consequential alike. No filters. That's the job of her kidneys. Stacked up wholesomely in the coffin apartments of her Old Delhi conscious and Hongkong subconscious ghettos of her tiny muscular organ with a stench that beats the gritty Bombay odour. It usually comes with her looking out of her 6 inch window. It's a hole but she relentlessly insists otherwise. Not out of habit or hobby - but as she will belatedly realise, as an eventuality. Her mom, siblings often catch her looking outside but she swiftly denies. Her kin is remote and she has no friends. She doesn't indulge in others. And it's always - either a pen that has rolled away, or a curious pigeon. Something to do with objects, feelings, any things starting with P. "Will you ever be original? P
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