Whatever Happened...

Chapters 32-35

32

I bury the drawings in the garden. I set fire to the worst of it – the love poems and self-portraits. The one of me and him holding hands on a beach curls into flame and even though there is no one to see it, I believe this is art. The best pictures I want to keep so I redraw them and created a collage to obsession. Digging them up to prove a point to…