This is the most trafficked area in my apartment—between the living room and kitchen, by the steps to the bedroom.
It has become a slowly changing moment of reflection.
A portrait of my mom.
My dad’s film camera, pipe and pocketknife.
A cigar box filled with Polaroids.
Two compasses.
An old pair of glasses I use when I forget where the new ones are located.
A metal ruler.
A Nintendo controller?