My grandfather began simply but of course he, and now me, had/has a galloping urge to accumulate and collect ('absolutely insane' shouts that same uncle who -figures- was the one who had to carry three hundred old motors to the moving van when my grandfather first left the house, and is now the one to store so much of my stuff too: boxes marked 'plaster body parts', and 'junk-keep'; boxes marked 'other boxes'. Watch out. The most unnerving to move are the boxes marked rocks.