Another small tribute to my parents, and to the time we lived on the river, in the house where everything was in these colors. The carpet was that green; the curtains were that blue; the furniture (naughahyde) was black. It was the seventies, dude. I didn't think I was happy then, so I probably wasn't---after all, I was in my teens---but my unconscious is well and truly stuck there. I dream I'm back there every other night. Hello again, ghost of the river house! I wonder what it's like there now. I only went back there once, and it made me feel all shaky inside.
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