I know you mean best, but that black box is a constant reminder of that night. A nagging, haunting reminder, of the night when safety turned into hollow emptiness.
That black box, mimicking the darkness of that night, reminds me of that quaking walk home, and the void that was left behind.
I can no longer use Facebook as a distraction, as a momentary escape from my mind.
Because that looming solid black box reading "IT HAPPENS HERE." is waiting for me as a reminder, that it not only happens here, but that it happened here. To me.