forgotten_attics sab crammed with things long dead dust covered moth ridden fur and feathers drifting silently down a sepia time capsual with the vaccum of space seeping in memories and tresures no longer treasures made of trash trashures. dusty musty silent waiting dolls with broken faces cages rusting away tailors dummies without heads drapped in white shifts furniture draped in dust cloths dust cloths draped in dust trunks filled with browning paper and slowly fading ink photos turning white memories gone, only the bones of the event remain quiet scabbling of mice in the corner tiny tearing sounds as the rodents build nests from letters and legal papers in a crowded space such as this the dust makes noise rand mcnally on a stand sheet music on a stand hats on a stand everything standing waiting slowly sagging with the weight of time time is all this has, anymore but they have it by the suitcase full by the trunkful by the glorybox full forgotten memories shift and turn over and sleep further between rows of boxes and covered oddities trashures breaking down back into dust ashes to ashes dust to dust from dust we come and to dust we will return and all our possessions will return long after we are gone the things we owned will stand in silent memorial to places onces visited things once done and stories long since forgotten 050323 ... unhinged tarnished boxed_up 180523 what's it to you? who go blather from