I stored the clippings in the attic, next to a lamp and a dirty filing cabinet. I hadn’t been up there in awhile, so I decided to rummage through old belongings. I came across a rectangular book collection which consisted of a few pulp novels and magazines. Too lazy to read, I picked up The Outsider and The Transformation. “The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer” I read out loud, tore, and clipped to the bag of grass. You never know what you’ll find in the attic. It’s a place riddled with old junk and seminal treasures.