Mystery Keys
Mystery Keys on 5th Ave, originally uploaded by emilyrems.
Walking down 5th Avenue with LCF, I spied this mysterious bundle of keys hanging from a nub on a tree, and it reminded me of a strange key I found in Boston when I was a senior at Emerson. I was just clawing my way out of what experts would deem “A Very Bad Time” involving a dramatic breakup, a complete fucking meltdown, and a luxurious mini-vacation in the local nut hut, when I found this key. I was crossing a wide intersection just north of the Boston common when I saw it gleaming in the middle of the street, and had to dodge a turning truck to grab it. Once I had it, I carried it around with me everywhere and kept trying it it random doorways hoping not to get shot at, but rather to discover my destiny. Of course it never fit anywhere, until one day, I realized I had locked my keys inside my dorm room at 6 Arlington St. I was just about to alert the annoying RA, when I remembered the found key, and lo and behold, it fit right in. I was glad I didn’t have to pay for someone to break into my room, and was mystified that the random key I had found fit my own lock, but I was also kind of pissed that there was no prince charming behind the door it opened. Just lots of sadly familiar black clothes, and a hand-me-down futon with dubious stains on it.