12.5.17 – Corner-stoned
I’d snuck in through an unlocked door and considered that breaking and entering had to involve some actual breaking for me to be legally culpable. Maybe I’d elbow a window on the way out to tempt the investigators and truly declare myself a criminal. Slipping in felt like a necessity, one where I could relax and take a pipe while enjoying the creature comforts of another man’s patterns. His paths were well worn through the halls, seat slouched and still supporting an afterimage of his heavy shape, one set of dishes done over and over as if he hadn’t let guests step through the portal in a decade. I wanted to drink it up without distraction, without interruption.
But other fragments were propped up in the absence of dust, one’s that couldn’t help but take my attention. He’d laid out several settings and purchased enough furniture to field a family. It seemed either disingenuous or desperately detached from the world he was living in to pretend there were others here. There didn’t appear to be extra occupancy in this place, just a persistent wish by a tenant with enough time to hack together a facsimile. The upstairs worried me more and I was nervously certain I’d find an extra bedroom that suggested his fantasy was in truth a reality that had been stripped away by time and all this evidence was the only memorial.
There once was three taking a dance but you’d only know it by the photos turned down to be hidden from an errant eye on waking. I’d lain down on that slab and tried to trace his footsteps from dream to downstairs. I could see he’d shut the doors that kept the evidence of a gathered past and walked in lines between only the base needs of breathing and moving. I wouldn’t piece together the frayed ends of that man’s knots without words that wouldn’t come calmly if he found me here. I was a different specter passing through another’s graveyard. Maybe I could offer respect, but already I was trespassing by laying upon the ashes last touched by the dead. I’d walk out lightly, inches off the ground, being a ghost to this place and disturbing it no more.