The Monster
We think of monsters as something or someone that exist far away.
Monsters are the antagonists of someone else’s story.
They exist in the bowels of old mine shafts, or epic mountain ranges. They are ancient and incomprehensible. They are haunted houses or things that go bump in the night.
But they can come in any shape or form.
My monster lives beneath the shiny kitchen sink of my brand new condo. The building is a new development. By God, what did they build on top of?
She comes out whenever I’m not looking. I hear the cupboard doors open and close. She eats the kale out of my fridge. She takes every avocado I buy. One night she left a knife on the night stand by my bed when I ran out of lemon juice....
Monsters are the antagonists of someone else’s story.
They exist in the bowels of old mine shafts, or epic mountain ranges. They are ancient and incomprehensible. They are haunted houses or things that go bump in the night.
But they can come in any shape or form.
My monster lives beneath the shiny kitchen sink of my brand new condo. The building is a new development. By God, what did they build on top of?
She comes out whenever I’m not looking. I hear the cupboard doors open and close. She eats the kale out of my fridge. She takes every avocado I buy. One night she left a knife on the night stand by my bed when I ran out of lemon juice....