A photo album I mean to retrieve. I believe it’s still lying about somewhere. Can you believe that with me?

It is in these dark, silent hours of the dawn-just-about-to-break, not quite ready yet, that my thoughts assume more clarity. Right now I am recalling a particular photo album (of my childhood, and yes, it hurts more) that I foolishly (arguably my foolishness in its most supreme form) dropped into the wrong bag, and it […]