{"id":35660,"title":"The Transient Extended","description":"...","content":"

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Most of my clothes are old.<\/p>

Not vintage, not ironic,<\/p>

just worn down,<\/p>

threadbare elbows,<\/p>

quiet little holes<\/p>

that gossip among themselves.<\/p>

Fashion is a language I half-speak.<\/p>

I listen at the edges,<\/p>

like the quiet kid<\/p>

in a loud classroom.<\/p>

Better to hear the disdain second-hand,<\/p>

rolled off someone else\u2019s tongue,<\/p>

all sparkle, all bite.<\/p>

My style?<\/p>

Let\u2019s call it deliberately uncool.<\/p>

Warm colours only,<\/p>

natural cottons and wool,<\/p>

the faint musk of someone else\u2019s life<\/p>

still stitched into the fabric.<\/p>

Hand-me-downs, charity rails,<\/p>

a substitute teacher\u2019s cardigan<\/p>

stretched past its promise of a deadline extension.<\/p>

The temporary<\/p>

made permanent,<\/p>

that\u2019s me.<\/p>

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Word wrangling.<\/p>

That\u2019s the game.<\/p>

My mind trips on language,<\/p>

stubs its toe on syllables,<\/p>

loses its footing<\/p>

on the smooth floor of meaning.<\/p>

A jumble, a juggle,<\/p>

the restless shuffle of sense,<\/p>

always slipping,<\/p>

always belonging more<\/p>

to someone else\u2019s mouth<\/p>

before it reaches mine.<\/p>

Words treat me like a play thing.<\/p>

They tug my sleeve,<\/p>

run off laughing,<\/p>

refuse to sit still.<\/p>

So what\u2019s left?<\/p>

I chase them,<\/p>

bend them,<\/p>

throw them back crooked.<\/p>

If they\u2019re going to play,<\/p>

then I\u2019ll play too.<\/p>

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I find myself outside of love,<\/p>

face pressed to the fogged glass<\/p>

of a bar window.<\/p>

Inside:<\/p>

a big band Sunday crooner,<\/p>

half-melancholy, half-memory,<\/p>

ambling along like it has nowhere better to be.<\/p>

An old couple sway to it,<\/p>

not gracefully,<\/p>

but with the patience<\/p>

of people who\u2019ve worn down every sharp edge<\/p>

on each other.<\/p>

I watch them,<\/p>

envy sitting awkwardly in my chest,<\/p>

like a stranger who\u2019s stayed too long.<\/p>

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Is it time<\/p>

to take the ring off?<\/p>

It felt wrong,<\/p>

like peeling calloused skin<\/p>

from something that had long ago<\/p>

become me.<\/p>

Not metal anymore,<\/p>

just a presence,<\/p>

just belonging.<\/p>

And then suddenly,<\/p>

I was the stranger.<\/p>

Too sharp to keep on,<\/p>

so I folded it away,<\/p>

a whole little life<\/p>

tucked into the velvet dark<\/p>

of a bedside drawer.<\/p>

Later, cross-legged on the floor,<\/p>

I pressed the absence,<\/p>

finger circling the pale lines<\/p>

that clung to me anyway,<\/p>

a thin, stubborn memory<\/p>

that would not let go.<\/p>","urlTitle":"the-transient-extended","url":"\/blog\/the-transient-extended\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/the-transient-extended\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/lostcampitos.com\/blog\/the-transient-extended\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1705570838,"updatedAt":1762385166,"publishedAt":1762385165,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":209850,"name":"Lost Campitos"},"tags":[{"id":2886,"code":"matteo","name":"Matteo","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/matteo\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hx1zwbapbsuhvnmpdlcqxcsfwlbrbpmwtmrivkwox38jnttp.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hx1zwbapbsuhvnmpdlcqxcsfwlbrbpmwtmrivkwox38jnttp.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hx1zwbapbsuhvnmpdlcqxcsfwlbrbpmwtmrivkwox38jnttp.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"The Transient Extended","metaDescription":"Matteo Delred's art explores identity, communication, and love's complexities, blending introspection with fluidity and emotional depth.","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":24851,"title":"Love","url":"\/blog\/love\/","urlTitle":"love","division":209850,"description":"Artist Matteo Delred and writer Rebecca Mar\u00eda reflect on love. Exploring different types of love, as defined by the Ancient Greeks.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/umrjnxs7qyv4mmajjpiopam85mxhwjzxx4c4dkt4pztfvz5q.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/umrjnxs7qyv4mmajjpiopam85mxhwjzxx4c4dkt4pztfvz5q.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":24941,"title":"Catching On the Fly","url":"\/blog\/catching-on-the-fly\/","urlTitle":"catching-on-the-fly","division":209850,"description":"Writer, Rebecca W Morris, and Photographer, Matteo Delred, capture thoughts and images at the train stops from Jerez de la Frontera to Cadiz on the Cercanias trainline. For each stop, one piece of writing is written and one photo is chosen. Seeing the same things they\u2019d seen so many times, but with new eyes.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hxf4vqbdejmlykd3ffgu1m8pfwvwi6xgvo0kqtnu50cygkce.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hxf4vqbdejmlykd3ffgu1m8pfwvwi6xgvo0kqtnu50cygkce.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":25084,"title":"Listening To the Birdsong From My Caged Window","url":"\/blog\/listening-to-the-birdsong-from-my-caged-window\/","urlTitle":"listening-to-the-birdsong-from-my-caged-window","division":209850,"description":"Matteo Delred and Rebecca W Morris capture the urban melancholy of being separated from the natural world through poetry and photography.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/7txvyg55ntk060bcks3mlugsnxi48onvirhfqfsftpnzp0ov.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/7txvyg55ntk060bcks3mlugsnxi48onvirhfqfsftpnzp0ov.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}