Once upon a time I had a house. I lived and worked there and worked on it. And it was good. And it was strange and I liked it that way and those who loved me liked it that way. I no longer have a house and the house that I had is slowly being 'rectified' I believe, that is, being put back inot it's angles of rightness and right-angleness. Nothing last forever as we should all know by now but which we like to conveniently forget. The forgetting seems to make thing last longer I guess. At any rate here aer some badly flowed photos, badly scanned in, all sepia toned, and tattered-ness. First photos are of portions of the house; other pages are of the furnishing I made inside the house, all long gone now, chopped up, re-appropriated.
It was a time...
