Monday, February 01, 2016
The basement
Renee did a lot of good work last week, but the one that struck me deepest was this:
It's basement proved a
Safe Haven to young lovers,still--
Little Brother lurked.
That pretty much paints a picture, doesn't it? I love the image of the brother lurking.
No one made out in the basement of the house I grew up in-- there was too much stuff in there. Still, it was a fascinating place (and still is, in fact). There is a lot of art, and old wine, and record albums and forgotten projects and sports equipment (misc.). It's an amazing place to explore, and that has been one of my hobbies for the past four decades.
It's basement proved a
Safe Haven to young lovers,still--
Little Brother lurked.
That pretty much paints a picture, doesn't it? I love the image of the brother lurking.
No one made out in the basement of the house I grew up in-- there was too much stuff in there. Still, it was a fascinating place (and still is, in fact). There is a lot of art, and old wine, and record albums and forgotten projects and sports equipment (misc.). It's an amazing place to explore, and that has been one of my hobbies for the past four decades.
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It's interesting how similar our parent's basements look...so many memories...so much love and life.
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