i am undressing the walls and learning the difference between sheetrock and humans.
living as a tumbleweed, the souvenirs collected in my cartwheels have turned this room into a scrapbook of myself. with two days left in this country, i have learned:

1. there is no better way to remember who you were than by sifting through your untouched junk drawer.
2. if you want to know who you are not, take note of everything that does not make it back into your suitcase.