Monday, July 4, 2011
For a brief time, twenty years ago, I lived in squalor with a friend and her boyfriend. Oh, so naive I was. For forty bucks a month, I crashed there until his alcohol fueled violent tendencies verged out of control. The friend and I had about five minutes to get out of the apartment. I didn't have much stuff there; clothes and a cardboard box filled with personal items. In the panic, here is what I took: a carved quartz rock that I found on the street in Valencia, Spain (fits into my hand perfectly), a piece of cloth that I used to be able to wear as a dress, my journal. Those were my impulse choices. What would you take if you had to suddenly leave?