We now have so many rooms and such incredible height to our home that there is no way to ever fully know or explore it all. I keep thinking the rooms will be empty, but they always contain SOMETHING. 

One room I entered contained a long dining room table, very damaged. Another room had a vast miniature model of a city. I do not think any city of this size has ever existed, as it went on and on, receding into the darkness of the room. Yet another room had racks and racks of clothing.

I cannot get lost, as I can always sense my way back to the main living areas, but I am once again amazed at the depth and breadth of Cynthia's mind. 

The tower itself seems always like an extension of her, and in many ways the rooms are her way of cataloging memories and projects. 

-The private writings of Kay