Weathered

An eyesore in the neighbourhood, his home is defined by its simple lines and modest shape. More than a generation has passed since last it was painted but its owner is proud of the character its blistered paint provides.

Neighbours pass and quietly shake their heads, stirred with pity by this dilapidation. Never invited, they have no idea what lies behind the scarred wood and mottled brick. He is immune to their unstated displeasure because he knows what treasures he selfishly guards.

Photos of travels and trinkets of misadventure fill his home. Decades of exploration captured in artefacts of immense value are on open display. Every item has its own story to tell. It is a veritable museum of infinite value.

He couldn’t be more pleased that because of assumption, his door never needs bolting.