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  • This is a magical closet. My neighbor built it for me. Not for free, he charged me, and it wasn’t cheap but it turned out well don’t you think? I take partial credit because I designed it. I doubt you will see another one anything like it throughout the Seattle area.

    The magic is in the thoughts it shoots into my head, not something like the magical Narnia wardrobe, which has a secret back panel, which in turn opens into a completely different magical world. I am not sure I would even want one of those, I would think it would be terribly addicting, wouldn’t it?

    This room used to be my wife’s office and it was stacked floor to ceiling with office stuff, clothes, pictures and all manner of knick-knacks and junk. It was 125% full of her. She never wanted me to go in there and it especially bugged her if I touched anything or moved something. People accuse me of being slightly OCD, in a pleasant even playful way I think.

    So I caught her cheating on me with a local guy who only lived about three blocks away. She said he was a platonic friend but I never believed it. It isn’t that I don’t think men and women can be friends because I do. I have several long term female friends myself. I do think however that if you are the same age more or less, and find each other attractive… sooner or later, if you are close, the whole “should we” thing will come up. It is like the conversation in Harry met Sally.

    She moved out before the holidays. Wifey wanted to spend them with her new boyfriend and his kids. One night she called and wanted a photo I had taken for a holiday present. I burned a disc and took it over. When I parked in the driveway I could see her talking to him in the kitchen, it didn’t look like platonic talk to me. His kids were on the couch with my unfaithful dog watching TV. It was one big happy family minus me.

    We are now almost divorced and I have removed most of her from this house. I have cut and peeled her layers away from the walls and drawers and even the way things are arranged. You understand that don’t you? It makes sense.

    The last time I saw her in person I realized that the person I married wasn’t in there anymore and I wondered if my wife had ever been in that body at all. I looked through her eyes like windows and I saw stuff in there like stacks of newspapers in an old garage and garden tools and dusty cobwebs, but no wife. It was trippy dude; thinking that, let me tell you! Was that entire thing something I just made up to deceive myself? I looked at her quizzically just like my dog used to look at me when I explained politics to her.

    I asked my neighbor to build a new closet inside my head. Maybe cut my head open and put in a new box of my own design, that is shiny and empty and I could fill it with brand new well-pressed thoughts. I think sometimes a little bit of mental remodeling would be nice don’t you agree?
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