Phantom of No One
Three evenings ago, I broke my brand new perfume by accident and perhaps due to a my own clumsiness. It fell off my bag when I was trying to move the bag from my desk to my chair. The broken bottle landed upright after breaking into many pieces, leaving my floor with messy puddles of liquid perfume. My reaction was instantaneous, but there was no tears or anger. Years of grieving over losing important items have numbed me into quiet compliance, unquestioning acceptance, and immediate troubleshooting action. Surviving childhood bullying made my brain no longer processes emotions as its forefront function. I walked towards said liquid perfume puddles to remove shards of the broken bottle. After ensuring there was no more sharp pieces, I took my jacket off of the rack and proceeded to wipe the puddles with it. My exact idea was not to let any of the liquid goes to waste. The volume of spilled liquid perfume was enough for two jackets, so I decided my well-worn black leather jacket as anot...
