I would be happy in this room if I had a shadow. I forgot to bring one. I always forget something. I would be happy in this room if it faced east. Or west. These things are always uncertain. I would be happy in this room if it had a rose. Or a curtain. Or something to clean it with. I would be happy in this room if it were a different color. Had a different view. Or did not ask so much of me. I would be happy with this room if you entered. Or I left. Or i knew what I wanted from it.
In which a long-time record collector and sometimes poet shares shares vinyl finds, words of worth, and plays keep or cull.
