In the last two weeks I’ve spent a lot of time sitting on the bedroom floor surrounded by photos, mementos, scrapbooks, and special objects that have followed me for years from place to place. The things that I just can’t seem to part with even though they sit forgotten in a box until the next time I move somewhere new and I pull them out all over again. This sorting and repacking system gets me nowhere – nothing is ever discarded and the box(es) of important things only grows….
When we were first dating and living in NYC, Heath would come from Brooklyn and meet me on the Upper East Side at a coffee shop near my apartment. I would study and he would write. Well, that was always the plan anyways.