Deep down in our memories, so much stews. I considered my life as having started when I dropped out of high school and started to take personal responsibility. That is a bit of a set up.

A lot happened before then, not the least of which was before high school when my parents were still married. This house is basically a tomb from that time. On the surface, the television is new and the house has been lived in. Yet every drawer continues snippets from fifteen years ago.

I don’t know about that. What do I want to do with that? Leaving it a time of innocence and tree fort building works so well.