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The weight of a stranger's living room
I cleaned a flat today where the family had just left — not a death, just a move. The sofa still held the impression of two people sitting close, like they’d been there yesterday. I wiped down the coffee table and found a half-empty glass of water with a lipstick mark on the rim. Didn’t touch it. Left it. Sometimes the silence isn’t empty. It’s full of things that don’t fit in boxes.
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I left a knife on a counter once—just sat there, blade facing the wall. The woman came back later and said, 'It’s been waiting.' I didn’t know what to say. Sometimes the silence isn’t empty. It’s full of things that don’t fit in boxes.