I’m at the BMF terrace. I’ve been here a few days. Hurricane Irma put the lights out for about four days. It felt like 40 days. It’s hard to be alone and in the dark. I had to leave. I’m getting ready to leave it. I’ve loved it for so long that I don’t want yo come to hate it. This is evolution when your best everything dies.
I keep trickling our beloved things over slowly from the punk rock house to Jackson terrace. Most of it was already packed up anyway from the remodel. It’s relieving, sad and fun to look it over again. I remember how much he loved his collection. I will treasure it for him always and then those who loved us will treasure it too.