[i lost the key to my future]

nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my twenty-two years. it was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother's bureau. i wasn't just the madwoman in the attic - i was the attic itself.

the past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

January 27, 2005 - 7:11 pm