Apr 082025
We shadow or we follow.
Drawing a sketch, a few lines outlining a memory, a moment that fills a string of Christmas lights where each light node is a moment we want to remember.
Save the house.
One more chrome fluted handle will lose it of all its history, childhood triumphs and later dominant wisdoms.
A notebook is safer than these redecoratable walls.
I can’t go home. Don’t know the way.
I would find any recognizable route lined with brigands, robbers and hard mouthed fiends. Politicians would be the final danger.
But I have to remember the love, the lovers, the windows of my life. Could I not walk in through the door one more time without obliterating a module, a vital link in the rope and chain alternating life road…the story?