I don’t currently have access to my sexuality. I’ve been moving, in my mind. And I put down a box, in order to place another box on top of it, to free up my hands to carry two more down the hall, which I dropped to answer the door, and by now down down down the hallway: Boxes. I try to open the door to my sexuality, and it just hits a box. I try to move that box to gain myself room, and it hits another box. I pick up that box, to make room, and now I can’t see the floor. If I were to move from here, I’d trip on the pile of boxes from earlier. So I set it down, and head back up up up the hallway and sit on the bench at the park.