The Unfinishedness of the Cadillac

Much of the house had to be torn down, but our quixotic father saved its most spectacular rooms. When we arrived in the Cadillac, the house was still unfinished. In those years, when both our house and our psyches were under construction, this eternal unfinishedness became for us a kind of philosophy of being. Our world was always in process, never complete, and eventually we lost faith in the idea of completion. If there was any fixed point in our minds, it was what we had left behind,. with here being too expensive and elusive to ever finalize, and there being the claustrophobic dead end of history.