Jordana:. Texts from the Attic | by Lapka | Medium

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3:46AM — Jordana I was in the old attic today. It still hasn’t been recarpeted and it was hard to avoid the splinters as I crested the stairs. Reminding me of the feeling of opening an app On the far end of the attic I could see the small box resting on the windowsill. It was backlit but I could tell by its size and presence.. the hint of its Kraft board surface… that it was my first lapka A path had been cleared from the stairs to the window, with less distinguishable boxes stacked on either side. Who knows what was inside them? It’s hard to imagine ever having things to “keep”, let alone unboxing and revisiting their significance Can you forget an emotion? Guess what? Dust still exists. Still don’t know what that stuff is 3:58AM — Jordana It took me a while to own a lapka. I guess you know that. But I’ll always remember my first encounter with one. Lapka Organic, at the grocery store. I hadn’t slept well the night before. In fact, I remember the dream I had pretty vividly I used to d

Jordana: Lapka 5 min read · Sep 28, 2015 -- Listen Share Texts from the Attic 29 September, 2027 3:23AM — Jordana What happens in the future stays in the future I think I tweeted that But sometimes it stays in the past 3:46AM — Jordana I was in the old attic today. It still hasn’t been recarpeted and it was hard to avoid the splinters as I crested the stairs. Reminding me of the feeling of opening an app On the far end of the attic I could see the small box resting on the windowsill. It was backlit but I could tell by its size and presence.. the hint of its Kraft board surface… that it was my

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