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No news is good new right? In my case its not always the case. Sometimes all I can do when the shit hits the fan is write and at other times all I can do is go through the motions of day to day living and leave the saving grace of words lying in a box in a storage facility. I choose to call the storage facility which is right out past the last house on the edge of town, "Alex's Brain." 

I don't drive so I can't get there. Its too cold to walk there. 
I'm thinking of asking someone for a lift so that I can pop by, unlock the door and step in. I already know that it will smell slightly damp and musty. I already know there will be rats droppings on the floor behind the boxes and that I will read the labels and not remember writing them. I'll have forgotten a stanley knife to slice open the packing tape but a biro will be lying about and I'll use that to stab it open and fold back the cardboard. 

And in there I will find all of you, like toys from childhood. I'll want to cry. I'll probably not read a thing, not look at photos, not know what to say. But I'll have brought a green Safeway shopping bag and I'll stuff you all in one and carry you hope and propping you up at the end of my bed so that you're all looking at me I'll begin to tell you what happened.