What We Gather
Thinking of a story I want to tell, of the bits and pieces I collect, of the memories that those collections gather, of the ways in which one miniature deer with a broken leg could hold so much in its tiny plastic form.
I think if I could, all of my walls would be lined with books and miniatures, a grid of words in all forms, and every step you took would be ushered by a thousand stories.
In another life I am a minimalist, and rooms are clean and white, dressed simply with one chair, one book, one mug, and one lamp.
In this life, I gather objects that remind me of what I love, and though nothing about it is minimal, there's no piece, not one tiny plastic pig, that doesn't have a story I'm grateful for.