Portals
There's an adage about looking into someone's bathroom cabinet to see a portal to the soul. The neatness of shelves, the products within, the nature of the hidden beast. In theory, you'll find the not-so hidden caches of hillbilly heroin and combos of STD creams and fungal disinfectants. I, like scores of others, don't keep my pills in the bathroom cabinet. For reasons of science: the changes in room temperature can distort the little gremlins I pop daily to the fact that I keep them on a dresser to see when I first rise and last lie my head every day. Though, that adage . . . It's about the secrets, the components, and and the matrixes that make a life. Perhaps my medicine cabinet looks run of the mill. Perhaps it's a tale of the weary soul . . . an ice bag, band-aids, dental floss, vapor shower tablets to breathe when the next round of bronchitis sets in, heat pads for muscles unable to move on their own, q-tips f...