I am the Collector of Lost Things, reclaiming the flotsam and refuse and orphaned detritus of life: keys and socks and cell phones and nail clippers and glasses and bank cards and jewelry . . .

 

I am the Out of Print Office, lining my shelves with books abandoned, neglected, and forgotten.

The best laid plans of mice and men oft are never read.

 

I am the Dead Letter Postman, waylaying love and inheritance and hate and loss indefinitely.

 

 

 I am haunted by things left behind.