The House Infinite

Wine is better than beer. Maybe I'm just getting old. Maybe if it's grape or grain, the fruit of the vine will always win out over the dry and mouthy fruit of the field. And no, there are no old picture albums, and all the boxes have been put away. There are no more reminiscences.

Have you ever noticed, about the past I mean, have you ever noticed how much of it is highlights when you think about it? If you made a reel of all your best moments from the time you've had to think, the thinking you'd done would make up none of the reel you're imagining? Your best memories are never of remembering your best memories.

My cell has a pale blue door.

You always have too many until you have too few, know what I mean? Too many boxes to look through. I've been here a week and most of my things are still in boxes. Books always come out first, they're the heaviest and thus most difficult to shift with a foot when you need a little floorspace, plus they look good on the shelves if you have decent bookends which are somewhere in one of these other boxes, maybe the ones filled with incomplete decks of cards, bits of driftwood and seaglass collections in dutch cookie tins.