Attics of My Life

In the attic of a summer home out in Brittany last summer stumbled on these model boats and lamps stashed in a corner where the old flowered wallpaper was peeling... something about the scene grabbed me, but I'd have trouble expressing exactly what. Kids grown up and gone off elsewhere, leaving stuff to be stashed in the attic perhaps ? . . . Nostalgia for what once was and shall never be again ? Wishing to be sailing off somewhere, somewhere far, far away from all the madness in this world ?
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