I develop a sentimental perception of things I treasure that creates its own narrative. By this I mean, I cannot but help that in my attachment to something of tremendous value to me I begin to wonder what personality of sorts it evokes, who and what it is and represents, where it has come from, the history of it. In many ways this limited animism to it gives a strange perception of the world where various things become charged with these elements and begin to tell a story of sorts as the details are further analyzed and the context is poured over. Perhaps that is just my experience as a daydreamer of sorts.