I'd removed my head quite some time ago, and now I wanted to bury it out in the forest. It was sitting on some stacked-up boxes on the porch, not hidden, but no one had noticed it. I'd replaced it with a new one, of course, and now the old one was faded, losing its hair. I wanted to get rid of it before anybody noticed. Certainly I didn't want my mother finding out. And yet, should someone unearth it in the forest at some future time, I wanted them to know it was mine, and not someone else's I'd removed and then guiltily hidden.
But I lived in a one-room apartment with my mother, and while I was typing up the note to put in the box along with my head, she was trying to sleep on the fold-out couch. She kept complaining about the computer being on. Before I left, I went to water the plants, and discovered they were all plastic, although this hadn't stopped them from wilting and growing sickly.
But I lived in a one-room apartment with my mother, and while I was typing up the note to put in the box along with my head, she was trying to sleep on the fold-out couch. She kept complaining about the computer being on. Before I left, I went to water the plants, and discovered they were all plastic, although this hadn't stopped them from wilting and growing sickly.