A Metaphor's Looking Glass

Today, I moved in. I moved half a box of books, three garbage bags full of formal wear, an air mattress, and forty-two photos from childhood. In a different box: six candles, four plants, and a giant flag representing my state. I moved two boxes of kitchenware, seven movies, and a handful of precious jewelry. Proudly on display, a statue of a Maori deity, and a length of receipt paper with a list of opinions and long lost poetry. Hanging in the closet are eighteen scarves, graced by six varieties of shoes. Packed away somewhere are my wind chimes, and the lighthouse snow globe that pings like a music box.  My mirror looms stoically in the corner, overseeing the space, while it watches my face register the onslaught of a late-season cold. As the chaos becomes function, my worldly possessions scattered around me like aspen leaves, I wonder to myself: Is this who I am? What of these things enforces a definition? How can a small collection of inanimate objects so clearly reflect the way

Storytelling has a lot to do with lying  memory. In english classes, they tell you that the first thing to do when writing is to pinpoint your audience. Who would be most interested to hear what you have to say? In english class, however, your peers are more inclined to text with their boyfriend's roommate, or the girl from that freshman party, than listen to what you have to say. As a result, storytelling has to be < insert catchy word here >. Think spunky, or zippy. It has to draw the reader in, no matter who might be reading. Or listening. That means that you may have to leave something out for dramatic appeal, maybe exaggerate the good parts a bit; add some dramatic flair with a well placed pause. So, let's think about this real fast : Storytelling has to be intriguing and dramatically recited for a certain group of people that may or may not actually care. Unfortunately, trying to explain something that happened to you in the past is like trying to reassemble a

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