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I am at home pushing a shopping cart filled with odd, multi-coloured, mismatched scraps of culture.
I collect scraps. Crumbs of philosophy, anthropology, mythology, and religion…all fragments, I think, of a larger story.
Like some other indigents, I can never quite make out what to do with my collection; but I can’t keep from looking in the next dumpster.

The Veranda collapsed under the weight of a winter snow, so I built a Front Porch.
