A poem of losing… Most of us feel it.
If only you could buy the needs and wants of the ambition.
If only you can build a compound of your own and have your love of battalion.

This is a poem about someone telling himself about the loss that he has suffered. The loss which has changed his life by taking away his home, family and his belongings.

After dinner has been cleared away, Shelley and Robert find themselves alone in the backyard, as everyone has conveniently disappeared. They use this time to hash out their past experiences and gain some perspective. Meanwhile, Shelley’s friends continue to warn her to be on her guard.

I see a bird in love with the wind…

A storage medium losing popularity thanks to hard drives and network servers.

A look at mental and paper clutter.