I was going through some of the artwork and such that friends have given me to try and make the walls in our house seem less nekkid. In so doing, I had to sift through a lot of my stuff. Artwork, poems, short stories, photographs. How so much of my life can fit on a bookshelf, I have no clue. All I know is that the feelings they bring back are incredible. It’s so good to have things that can evoke feelings I’ve almost forgotten, or that can make me laugh and wonder why I did half the things I did or allowed other things to happen. Reading bits of stories or poems, I wonder what I was searching for and did I ever find it?