I just finally figured out how to delete all my old shipping adresses on Amazon. I've been angry for a while that they stayed on there -- it was as if Amazon was taunting me with my instability, threatening to send me -- or my books, which are frequently a subsitute for my body -- back to the past. And very little terrifies me more than the idea of return to my own past.
So I thought I would feel delighted when I finally got rid of those old places, banished them. Don't ship anything to me there. It's a dead space for me. I am gone. But instead I felt sad. Almost frightened. When 123 Willesden High Road NW10; 26 Lake Avenue; 304 Kalorama are gone, part of me is gone too. I suppose I might actually ahve been holding on to my address ghosts on purpose. I'm not there, but phantom packages might arrive for me. I'm not there, but some trace of me is. Maybe it's a step forward for me that that thought could be comforting
So I thought I would feel delighted when I finally got rid of those old places, banished them. Don't ship anything to me there. It's a dead space for me. I am gone. But instead I felt sad. Almost frightened. When 123 Willesden High Road NW10; 26 Lake Avenue; 304 Kalorama are gone, part of me is gone too. I suppose I might actually ahve been holding on to my address ghosts on purpose. I'm not there, but phantom packages might arrive for me. I'm not there, but some trace of me is. Maybe it's a step forward for me that that thought could be comforting
Well, I admire you...I have yet to delete my '421 Division St.' from anything because the thought of doing it makes me extremely sad. Plus, you know, someday when I get rich and famous I plan to buy my house back so it will save me a lot of work not having to enter that shipping address back in. (yeah)(okay)(whatever Whisper)
I'm glad to see you blogging a bit. Are you going to Spretzatura Saturday night? I love Rob, but he's the only person I know who's going (except Aaron, who I don't know as well, but like very much). Anyway, if you're going, I'd love to see you. Otherwise, what are you doing? I'm thinking about going dancing, but I recall that that tragically is not your thing. Would you care to do something else? Hopefully not digital Monopoly? Hedwig? I hear she has an Angry Inch.