All Over The Place
The first thing I broke was a coffee mug. I don’t know why I decided to break it. It was hard in my hands and as I gripped it I could feel that it would break easily. I threw it against a wall. ¶ The mug broke into pieces against the wall and left a mark, not quite a divot. It looked like a scuff. The pieces were mostly larger, and jagged like teeth, but not quite. I thought looking at the pieces that they looked like teeth, and then I realized that teeth are always very naturally shaped. But pieces of something broken look unnatural.
I don’t know what the mug was made of. I thought it was made of porcelain but the only thing I could think of that I know is made of porcelain is a toilet bowl. I associated the mug with a toilet bowl, for some reason.
Since I’d broken a coffee mug I decided to break the coffee maker next. The coffee maker was made up of two main parts, the pot and the machine. The pot was easy to break. I didn’t have to throw it and I knew that I wouldn’t have to throw it. I think I could remember breaking a coffee pot before, by accident. I dropped it on the floor and it broke immediately. The glass pieces were mostly very small, besides a few that were much larger, and the plastic part of the pot was intact after I dropped it, but I felt satisfied having broken the glass.
I decided to put on socks.
The coffee machine was larger and made of hard plastic. I knew it would be harder to break it. I wanted to throw it against the wall but it seemed like it would really damage the wall. I raised it above my head and thrust it into the kitchen tile. It didn’t break the first time. I tried again, harder, and then again. When it broke, it broke in half into two larger pieces that I knew I could break into smaller pieces, but I thought I’d probably have to use another object, and I wanted to move on to something else.
I opened the cabinet and took out about seven dishes. I broke them one by one against the kitchen floor, and then I threw one like a frisbee into the living room, for no real reason. It hit a framed photo I’d hung on the wall and the photo fell when the dish hit it and broke. The glass inside the frame broke and exposed the photo. I felt like I’d done a pretty good job having broken those two things at once.
I wanted to break a window, maybe more than one, but I knew that someone outside would notice. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was destroying things inside my house. I left the kitchen so that no one would see me through the window.