Semi-Daily Scribbles

Henry's obsession with the past was far from healthy. The past clouded his judgment and deadened his senses. He no longer recalled the taste of tea, or the cooing of the mourning dove. All was ripped out by the roots. Henry blamed himself for the family's troubles; he was the reason a mighty house fell. Henry was sick with shame, and started each day with the intense need to rewind time before it played itself out forever.