And so it begins... December 02, 2014

Stuff.
Stuff.
With neither a whimper nor a bang,
       but the steady accumulation of “stuff”
Encroaching on all things. With a pang,
  surrounded on four sides, we cannot rebuff
and must accept at long last:
A marriage is happening and is already almost past.

For the joyous occasion of my brother’s marriage.