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Labels of loss.

the throaty cries were lacking on the day when the car went missing… walking around as though a surreal landscape of dreams had suddenly misplaced the automobile… the parking spot was still the same, like every other time without the car inside of it, but this time there was no going back… that Friday was the last day the vehicle had been seen by its owners… sometime between that evening and Saturday evening the car was taken… where had it been taken?… were the stalkers at the heart of the rancid taste at the back of my mouth?… just a total stunned shock in the cold weather, walking back and forth between parking lot and home, and still it baffles me with sudden cold water precision… as the reports were made to the three local authorities, plans for more immediate action are taking place, and we go searching sometime close to noon… why repress the expression through this avatar we have become, each trying to lure and affix the other to some bound ritual obsessively, and trying to steal a little more time from the greater sum of the parts when we each want something a little better than this….what we are left with from the ancestral cesspool… we attain some factor that the system around us says is good, but these words of immediately credible dialogue are facetious from the inside, there is a scramble of emotions as soon as that good thing is gone… the unrelenting questions of what to do afterward, and the pitiful feeling in the depth of the stomach that wishes to wretch, with no way to figure out the compensation right away… a weak end to almost a year of taking the automobile for granted, then some joyrider decides that the car was worth the time to take, but the last trace of hope for recovery becomes short-lived as the evening comes to a close… the worries rage to the surface as every other detail loses its dynamic thrust as the debate over this supposedly precious item, worked hard for the privilege to own the car, and now it is just gone with few solutions except to buy another car to be confronted… just waiting for something to happen is too much, even as the local officer saunters to the door in the hazy daylight, and asks those oh-so vital questions… still even with the questions, there is no help, and it affects no one but the car owners the worst… a hopeless and helpless state of affairs to behold…

Thanks, khet.