Down the street from my apartment, behind the Battery Exchange, is a billboard advertising tattoo removal. It’s a large person with a full back tattoo and tiny window washers, squeegeeing away the ink. It plays with perspective. See.
You will not need your show posters,
Those CDs and DVDs,
Those pots and pans
That were tucked into your kitchen cabinets are out
I didn’t have what I ended the year with: Time. But now I do. On my wrist.