There just isn't enough quiet to get my thoughts processed and laid out and nicely organized and folded and put away in their proper compartments.
There just isn't enough space in this stale, dark little apartment with no windows to open and no fresh breezes to stir things up.
I want to throw out all of our furniture and put tents up in all the corners with labels on them, SO-AND-SO ONLY! TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED. So everytime things are feeling crunched everyone can break and hide in with themselves in their own way, climb back into themselves and eventually come out, or not come out.
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