I keep thinking about all the things I love from people to the sound of clocks ticking and I just want to gather everything I love, every word I love, every moment I’ve felt like someone was peeling my heart like an orange and there was it, exposed. I want to gather those things and make a nest for me to call home. And I just keep thinking of what I would add if I could and there are just so many things: tastes, smells, warmth, laughter, palm lines, the fog coffee makes above your kitchen table, the way eyes can pierce you better than any arrow. Do you ever feel like memory is five hundred taxis hitting every green light on their way to something important and speeding faster than any train? I just keep picturing myself on the sidewalk trying to flag one down, to rediscover the people and their smiles inside. I want to say “shh, slow down. I want to keep you. I want your details … Namaste.