Memento

It was the middle of the night when crickets were in the intermezzo while waiting for my transition between sleeplessness and dreams. Ruffling through boxes, opening drawers, retracing steps, sifting through memory. Almost considered calling my parents.

All to search for Conan comic #42.

Just don't remember if it was bought and lost or never bought at all or misplaced.

I'm obsessive like that. If only I could project that on work.