August 5, 2021:

I'm going to trash that bed. One day, whenever I leave this place. Assuming I'm not leaving in a box.

A shame, because it's a nice bed. Comfortable. The girls liked it.

But thrift stores won't take mattresses, and even if they did this is one I'd prefer sending to landfill. An object symbolizing so many failures, buried at last within megatons of rot. Its final resting place carrying and conveying its greatest symbolism.