Everything is Collapsing
| My Dad has lived in the same house pretty much all his life. I've been to visit there/ half lived there all my life. I can't imagine him living anywhere else. Now he wants to move. I don't know what to think about that. And my grandmother's boyfriend wants to build a house where there used to be a beautiful yard. Everything is collapsing, as Kerouac likes to say. (I don't know if I'm making this more dramatic than I should, I just can't imagine visiting him and not having the bathroom door that doesn't close, or the really ugly glass door to his office, or the red peeling paint on the railing of the balcony. And what is my grandmother going to do? She's depressed already and now even the one son that's stayed with her is leaving her. And then there'll be no more yard work for her to do either, and the view from her window will be an ugly new house instead of ivy covered trees.) |
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