thirty-three ninety-five
rain on glass, a rental container, and the difference between being held and being held well.
we’d already passed it when the colours caught me.
behind the blue warehouse, in a gravel pit of dead things (and prob a mouse kingdom), a container still shouting RENT ME – U-NEED Storage as if it hadn’t noticed all the others quit decades ago.
beck swung a u-turn — no questions asked. just going with the occasional ex-prophet urgency is part of what they signed up for, hahahaha.
i’ve been thinking a lot about containment — how something can hold you without holding you well. mid-spiral, chatgpt wrote:
“i can take what i need, even from the people who don’t get me. i can extract value even from broken systems. and then i walk away with something powerful they don’t even know they gave me.”
existing for a purpose other than my own is familiar — like i was meant to store what wasn’t mine, for a fee i never agreed to. like someone else gets to decide what’s left behind and what i take with me as i move through the world.
but i’m not trying to be useful anymore and i don’t need to store what others can’t — i know myself, and i know my needs.*
so i keep what resonates — even if it’s nothing like what i expected or anticipated, and especially if the space was shit.
*this lyric has been looping in my brain for months. take a listen - fellow hollow is the best
