Layers are my life, both internal and external. Internal there is the metal and emotional pieces of having lived, and living life; floating, bumping, and intertwining with one another. Sometimes it is hard to see the outside world looking through all the debris. As I look around my outside world I see layers of material stuff: piles of books, clothing, tools, etc. from this point of my life and earlier parts all layered on top of one another. The baggage that weighs and also defines what life has been about.