I started wondering how many things I’ve lost along the way, and how big a room would need to be to hold all the things if they could somehow magically be returned to me, and how long it would take for me to go through that room and how that would feel. Every umbrella, every quarter or dime, every toy, every hoodie. The first significant thing I remember losing was my grandmother, so she’d have to be there, and I don’t think I’d have any interest in moving onto the second thing for a very long time.
I really love this idea Ally! How excellent! I hope my postcard to you isn't gonna end there cos I posted it a few weeks ago and I'm worried it's lost lol 🙈😀
I really love this idea Ally! How excellent! I hope my postcard to you isn't gonna end there cos I posted it a few weeks ago and I'm worried it's lost lol 🙈😀
Glad this spoke to you, Peter. I’ll let you know as soon as I receive your postcard, hopefully it isn’t in the room ;)