There was a fellow who bought my artwork a long time ago. He was a right-winger but he liked art. His place got full, there was no room anymore. Then I moved, and I stopped making stuff, and I haven't seen him in years. I hear he's in an assisted living place now, and I wonder what will happen to the old place, and all the art. That place was like a museum I helped curate. It's just a place in my memory now.