PLAYHOUSE.

A chair by a window in a room in a house where people have thoughts that people want to know in a world that’s hard to find.

As a child I built rooms on my shelves. The loose structure of books were the walls and treasures from the junk drawers and my backyard the furniture. 

I would give myself no limits of what reality was, while growing and trying to discover what reality could be. 

I'm still growing.