a victim of crime

although i put on a bold font i sit before you as a victim of crime.

but not murder, or this would be a ghost blog.

somebody tried to loosen my attachment to the material world, but not of the possessions that i didnt want anyway.

unfortunately it wasn't confidence tricksters or a shyster in that coin under the walnut shell game, but a comparatively boring burg. But not that boring. The configuration they made with the possessions i didn't want anyway looked pretty jazzy.

cops even came. one did the dust for fingerprints thing. when i saw that everyone except me was allowed to go through the crap that remained it made me really pleased that i wasn't the owner of any kind of self stimulating equipment or substances.

the final verdict was that the thieves "knew what they were looking for".

but even when i am not sure what i am looking for I don't throw absolutely everything in the flat in the middle of the floor. and anyway, what they were looking for was all on one desk, so the cupboards didnt even need to be opened.

that was what criminals probably refer to as a 'superfluous gesture'.

just in case they decide to return to the scene of the crime i have decided to spare them thier energy by not cleaning up, then if they forgot anything last time they will know exactly where it is, and cause no further disturbance.

unfortunately, attempts not to disturb the evidence have meant the dog and i are only free to move in about a one by one and a half metre area of living room, which may not be viable in the long term.

please, if you are out there dear junkies from the 9th floor of my building who hang out on the stairs and apparently monitored my movements, if there is anything you put down for a second and kicked yourself about afterwards, stick a little post it note on the door. i am sure we can come to an agreement.