One can turn their head and see the first rock-set obtained on an elementary school feild trip. That moment is forgotten, but the stones still sit as they did, unchanging.
And there, behind, is the desktop shrine to the memory of Mr Frederick Fleet. Researched greatly, and equally prayed for and wept over. The necklace and daffodil grow dust.
Off to the side is a shelf which once stood as the lower half of a bunk bed. Books now line the edge. Manga next to Tolkein which is beside Dune and Aeschylus and Sophocles and guarded at the end by a book about Yoshida Shoin. On top of the books, there are suffed animals. Before the books are trinkets from Europe and Japan. Even the Enjolras red ribbon is there.
Beside the door to the chamber is a figurine of Link. It was a gift of a friend now lost to unforgiveness and time.
And hats there are also in the room. A Croatian baseball cap taken free from the tourism companies of that nation. A rainhat never used. Straw hats for springtime photos. The Southern Civil War kepi bought in Williamsburg.
I say goodbye for a while.
And when I return, I will have many new memories to add and old ones to give rebirth to.