K2

Long, jagged scratch on my back, still healing, scattered cousins beside it, like the wicked outline of K2's peak, lesser mountains in the back. It hurts when I touch it, so enjoyable a reminder... Nevertheless must be careful with this one, heavenly nights and regretful mornings and all that.

Stuff

I wonder where heads of state and royalty keep all the crap they are given when they travel around the world. Where does all that stuff go?