Chronicle of Saved Things during yesterday's snowstorm, through public transportation, and false charges of sequestering my mother's mail, sustained by a forgery by Marilla Palmer at the post office, a Queens General Hospital ambulance pulling away as soon as I reached the bus stop after I declined my mother's proffer to have a child ped nazi terrorist real estate agent of hers drive me 'home' with my things, all successfully placed in storage:

Marx's Capital volumes One to Three;
New French Feminisms;
a pink and white piece, top, in gothic architecture, I love and lost track of;
My work cargos;
My brushes;
More pens.