A drawer is very much like a mind.
Every drawer is both completely different and exactly the same. They’re filled with the detritus of life—things we need, but not constantly. These are objects we require just often enough to want them close by, yet some inevitably slip to the back, never to be seen again.
A closet, on the other hand, is little more than a doorway to a universe of black holes. We cast into it every unnecessary thing in our lives, with a vague hope that if we ever did need them again, we could just cast ourselves across the event horizon and spend countless ages looking for the lost thing. Our only tether to real space-time, a thin thread of love for family and friends.
Remember, though: the clock is always ticking in San Dimas.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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Would you let him go
If you knew it would
Make him happy?
I want you to love
Me.
I want you to drip
Desire.
The taste.
The smell.
Will always be.
> *Don’t Waste Any Time, There is Precious Little of it