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Cats are racing back and forth across the house.
Yesterday I bought you a new book to draw in;
you’re still not home.It’s beginning to smell rancid in here.
Like beer and cigarettes. Dried up vomit, unwashed clothes…
filthy cat box too.My stomach aches.
My hands are shaking.
I spent the shopping money on a red dress.
I think you’ll like it, though you’ll hate the lack of food.
I’ve been living off of instant coffee and saltines
while you’ve been away.
(Heh. Yesterday, at work, I almost passed out carrying a crate of milk up from the storage room...
yeah, no good, no good.)Anyway, I love you and I’ll see you soon.
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more narrative work:
dear strangerA dreamy non linear narrative that is made up mostly of fragmented dialogues, forgotten memories, and unwritten letters to loved ones who don't exist.
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Borrowed words mix with borrowed memories.
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Assorted single page comics and other pictures with words.
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Contact: art@ursulaviglietta.com
