| Stranded objects littering the landscape, a music box blockade, a slow creeping sea of paper scraps detailing appointments, book titles, stories to share, phone numbers, IOUs, tattered bits of a life above, all keeping intrepid explorers from the hope of air and freedom. A stuffed bear unmarked by time, a wind-up metal mouse and a plastic Buddah had shifted through the mire to gather together beside a single sock they were pretty sure would never see its match again. They cunningly drew the cat to hide with them, and so forced the eventual excavation of the space underneath my bed. |