On the hillside
Mar. 4th, 2009 06:23 pmEvery morning when I step out the front door (and sometimes in the evening) there's a box on the neighbors' door mat. It is usually not the same box two days in a row, and when it is it's not in the same position. Once, a plain brown cardboard box tipped on one side, flaps askew and obviously empty. Once a white box, taped shut, the tape holding down a white strip of paper that might have been an address or a receipt as it contained a combination of numerals and asian characters.
This piece deserves an ending. But.... I've got nothing.
This piece deserves an ending. But.... I've got nothing.
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Date: 2009-03-05 03:05 pm (UTC)The box was the same box the entire time I was there, but in different configurations-- it was taped shut, then open and empty, then closed via that "interweave the flaps" method, then taped shut again. One time it was missing completely when I left but there when I got back, so I assume I just happened to leave during the time the box was brought inside and the configuration changed.