This space, barren, quivers in the vast nothingness that has penetrated it. Unspoken words linger afloat in the cavity that trails untraced from there to nowhere. Miniscule crumbs left sprawled across the coffee table. Drapes hung low and depressed in the parched summer humidity, with seams tattered and undone. The floor creaks with patience for the foot that never sets foot upon it. Windows left ajar, wide and welcoming to the forgotten beyond. Paint cracked and peeling across walls stained with the mute passing of time, withered and pasty accumulating along the edges of the room, like termite-ridden dusting, sans the termites. For, even they have left abandoned this place. The leather sofa sits idly in a corner, askew from the line of the antique Persian rug beneath it, its upholstery frayed with a dullness whose cause is suspect. A broken floor lamp slumps with its wiring exposed, and its shades torn and discolored  A heel-less stiletto boot here, a discarded iPhone there; trinkets and follies without ownership and purpose.

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