back to reality

Five or so days a week for two and a half years I have walked over this grate, down the loading dock, through the double doors and turned right to my studio at the Fayetteville Underground.

Today it ceased to be a grate and became a blip, a record of my life and the things I want to remember. I was here, I did this, I was a part of a good thing. No one can take that away.