I can remember lying in an empty room with my feet outstretched toward the southernmost wall. All of the furniture had been moved out and the only thing that remained was a blue Hawaiian shirt hanging on a wooden hanger in the closet. This place was transformative in so many ways and stifling in so many others. I entered it broken and left there the same. For years I wallowed in my own existence and strapped my malaise to the back of that horse from the gables. I was young once, too. Young and impressionable. Onward.