Hoarded spaces is a metaphor for how I visualize closed-minded thought processes. I see them as crowding one’s thinking with old, dark, moldy ideas as my dad’s basement was crammed with boxes and cluttered with junk. There seemed to be hidden compartments that went on forever, past the space of our house into a “magic realm.” I relate this unforgettable memory to the holding on of ancient ideologies with no basis in fact that hoard the space in many minds.