There’s something special about discarded things.

They tell stories that are left tantalizingly unfinished.

What child went home cold without the scarf?

What lady went home wet without the umbrella?

What business man lost one glove… But not the other?

Where has the glove been?

How long has it been here?

Where is it now?

It’s been left behind.

And it’s stories are left with it.

I am Timi