Purging Koshka

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Have you ever been in love? I mean. have you ever been in love with someone and you don't know why? And they kept coming in and out of your life like a needle through lacework? Like, they seemed to be someone that you knew, before you were born? Have you ever been in love with someone where your lives held parallel events despite your separation in physical space and time?
What if this person was bitter, or cruel? What if they belittled you, but you could not bring yourself to stop caring about them, even to the detriment of your own existence?
And in the end, when there was no way you could ignore the cutting words and the loss of your dream, you were like a junkie. Up for days, sick. Trying to work the sickness out of your system, and you take all the memories that you didn't destroy in a fugue, and you manifest this feeling, this time, this situation, as a physical object, to purge yourself. But what can you do with this object? you couldn't destroy it because that would be wasteful. You couldn't store it cause that would be hubris-tic. And you couldn't sell it because the market is for crafts and decoration more than thought and pondering... What would you do?

Piece comes in zippered violin-case with, all the journal entries and unsent letters concerning this time.
It comes with two railroad spikes that she sent me with the invocation, "Let there be such oneness between us, that when one cries, the other tastes salt".

It also comes with the original "death-watch" that I used to count the seconds until I would see her, but soon stopped working, and I was too blind to see it as an omen.