I've always envied those with room for all the things they've collected along the way. Sticks, stones, shells, whatever. You see, I've always lived in an apartment - one bedroom, one bath. And collecting that sort of shit seemed inappropriate. Over the last few years, however, I've made space. I've started collecting things. Little things. Don't know how it happened. Suppose it helps me remember where I've been and what I was doing there. A piece of red rock from Moab, a brick from Tiberius' mountain mansion, a shell from somewhere down south. Pieces to a puzzle. Picked up a few more on Friday.