What I’m about here

Like a store that sells railroad salvage, this is home to whatever piles up on the loading dock — busted crates of perceptions, unsorted experiences, impressions with missing “to” labels.

Poke amongst the untidy stacks of notions or plow through bins of mental bric-a-brac, and maybe something useful will turn up.

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