Erasing

It seems that I spend most of my time at home nowadays cleaning my room and trying to erase all reminders of the person who once lived there. Each time I come home, I peel it away layer by layer, until, hopefully, it will be nothing but clothes, furniture, books, and decorations that have no memories associated with them. Everything else goes into shoeboxes and into the closet, because I don’t want to throw it away.

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Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs

—“Whatsername”, by Green Day

America was different. America was a river, roaring along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

If for nothing else, for that, I embraced America.

—The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini

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