Her place was a mess. She never bothered putting anything away and kept the most useless pieces of junk, the most inconsequential flyer and pamphlet from the most ridiculous museum or flea bit hotel that we had stayed at during one of our journey's outside the city. This wasn't done for nostalgic reasons- it was done because she subconsciously desired to have everything, own everything, collect everything. Having come from what she felt was a deprived background the world owed her.

I owed her.

:-wheel-inland- lets- speeding -unstable