There are things I love. There are things I miss. There I thinks I wish for. Some I will find. Others will be lost. Left to its own devices, my memory would consist of broken, incoherent images and sound, and from its ashes will arise my naive belief that it all made sense somehow.

[for any media that isn't in the RESOURCES tab, it's all home video of my wedding, my wife's little cousin Caroline, and my bachelor/bachelorette party]