“Your memory is a monster, you forget – it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you – and summons them to you recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!” ~John Irving
An attic is place where treasures are forgotten and imaginary monsters of memory come alive. Maybe it is in the jumbled impressions of our memory that our boogeymen are given life. You decide.