I scribble secrets into my cabin walls. It will probably burn or rot or moss away before another human deciphers my writings. But I like to leave notes here or there. Directions, instructions, thoughts, hopes, dreams. I give advice sometimes- to the person who will live here next. Sometimes I tell them stories, sometimes I send them good wishes, sometimes I explain a part of history that perhaps they didn't get the chance to see. I scribble secrets in my cabin walls. For the person who may someday, or may someday not find them.
