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our wedding album’s gone.
the recovery scan found only a single photo—you and i huddled at the waterfront with solemn faces, my hometown stretching behind us in the blustery grey. all other images corrupted.
and it sucks because i can’t even reach out to see if you have copies, can’t convince you that i wasn’t trying to erase us after leaving, not when you discovered the years of greeting cards you’d given me that i couldn’t bring myself to take. we live in the same city and haven’t managed to run into each other since we parted at the courthouse five years ago.
somehow my shit memory can still conjure some of the stills: you, taking some kind of karate stance in your suit, while i’m staring disapprovingly in my bright red jacket; the one where we’re bumping fists in front of joe louis’s enormous bronze punch, mugging semi-seriously because everything was fucking hilarious; the two of us with our hands against the other’s chest, pairing exaggerated awe with tear-stained cheeks, the fake flowered arch framing us as our rings glinted with the camera’s flash.
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god, that hurts to read. i'm so sorry.
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does this mean i should change my screen name to sadcore girl?
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i have to say i like tender square. i don't know if it's a cube of something soft, or a destination — a place of tenderness — or something else entirely. but i like it.
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i picked the name using a random word generator—the two words came back to back. i liked the idea of it conveying that i was a conventional sap but it also sounds like a squishy shape, edges softened.
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i like the idea of a name for a website that generates such random words being chosen through a random word generator.
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the digital version of a house fire
i like your original name. keeps em guessing
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i was joking about the name change. i don't really want to be called sadcore girl. i was just squirming from raze's comment about the piece hurting him to read.
(don't look here, do do do)
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Sometimes words stir up memories just as much as pictures. You wrote "sadcore" and I had two associations. First, neutrally, "something someone wrote about Lana del Rey?" but then I was jolted into a personal recollection of talking to a friend almost 10 years ago, saying my imaginary band's music genre would be "straightedge queercore"...or else that concept would go into a story...it never did.
And, not to make you self-conscious, but I just really like the way you used words here:
"i picked the name using a random word generator—the two words came back to back. i liked the idea of it conveying that i was a conventional sap but it also sounds like a squishy shape, edges softened."
Anyway anyway anyway, nice to have you on blather!
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thanks epitome of incomprehensibility! i'm enjoying my time here. looking forward to seeing more of your posts here.
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browsing the "l" directory after my heart lept into my throat when my work computer's cursor showed the thinking circle and everything in the folder slowly disappeared, one by one, as if this was some lame tv show and that's how data loss worked. (it's still there because in real life it's either gone and i'd have to bug IT or more likely start writing this sad letters again from the top, or just a weird glitch of the user interface, which knowing this damn machine is the most likely case.)
anyways, to the conversation i see the square from the kids' book "triangle" to be a tender square. minding its own business when its pranking three sided friend shows up and decided to scare it by emulating its worst fear. the look in that shapes eyes, a certain sense of betrayal slipping to anger. a chase. then the square gets stuck and decides to pretend it meant to do it all along, to save face i guess. on the last page the little shapes sprout arms and wave, happily smiling (but without mouths).
anyways. i'm happy the computer gremlin didn't eat my letters.
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