These were all collected 10 years ago, and friends at the time told me they'd never come visit! Everything also used to break very quickly... But things have improved a lot since then. 😁
I had a period of years in my 20s, living in a particular apartment in the East Village where electrical things wouldn't work: beepers (yes, the 80s), Walkman, Discman, you name it. I'd buy and replace, buy and replace. Anyone who was in my apartment, their beeper wouldn't work. Walkman & Discman died on me within days or weeks. I just kind of shrugged and accepted there was some kind of electrical anomaly attached to me.🤷♀️ Could be. Who knows?
Was there anything emotional happening to you then? These tales I collected happened when my mom was first diagnosed and everything that could go wrong started to go wrong (secret debts, employees suing us, loan sharks, etc.) Everything in our house would break. An aunt told me that they were breaking because I returned home and was here to fix them. I was very mentally distressed and sometimes wonder about the connection between that state of mind and the external world.
what a special place to house all of that energy!
These were all collected 10 years ago, and friends at the time told me they'd never come visit! Everything also used to break very quickly... But things have improved a lot since then. 😁
I had a period of years in my 20s, living in a particular apartment in the East Village where electrical things wouldn't work: beepers (yes, the 80s), Walkman, Discman, you name it. I'd buy and replace, buy and replace. Anyone who was in my apartment, their beeper wouldn't work. Walkman & Discman died on me within days or weeks. I just kind of shrugged and accepted there was some kind of electrical anomaly attached to me.🤷♀️ Could be. Who knows?
Was there anything emotional happening to you then? These tales I collected happened when my mom was first diagnosed and everything that could go wrong started to go wrong (secret debts, employees suing us, loan sharks, etc.) Everything in our house would break. An aunt told me that they were breaking because I returned home and was here to fix them. I was very mentally distressed and sometimes wonder about the connection between that state of mind and the external world.
Part of your flash fiction: magical.
Thanks 😊