Where I let her wander.

I have taken the art of gathering that sustained my species and made sure I never lose it. I gather, create, spin, sew, tie, scrape, scratch, type. I pick things up. I make things out of thoughts. I keep them and keep them alive.

I keep the slightly strange, handmade, touched, torn. Things passed from hand to hand. Things dug up, thrifted, saved, salvaged. Thoughts that spun out on proportion lay neatly in a grave. Clay, ink, paper, fabric, words, lessons, purpose.

It all comes back here.