I look for myself in my bookshelf.
I look for myself in my rumpled covers and tossed aside pillows.
I look for myself in my laundry.
I look for myself on my desk,
in my cupboard,
the carpet,
the paintings on the walls,
the mould in the shower.
I find myself at home.
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