Musings of fallen angels

Have to start somewhere.

When you wake up and realise your room is full of shoebox memories that you don't wish to open, how do throw things out?

You don't.

You just put them on a shelf, sing about it or forget about it.

Well, I'm out of shelf space, can't sing and just can't forget.

So I'll write about it.

That and everything else that goes with it.

Day one.