I have an overwhelming desire to build a camp, a construction of pillows and sticks and bits of string, like the ones I built with my best friend in the entire world whose name now escapes me. Cushion castles with biscuits and orange juice for siege rations and plenty of soft toy ammunition to beat back attacks from packs of roaming kittens. Secret escape passages through blanket tunnels leading to toy caches like my stash of grass and the Cray I use to connect to E2. The adult in me says, "You can't just build a camp, you're to old to play castles." but my inner child chloroformed me and locked me under the stairs. See you on the battlements.