Memories and Memoribilia

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When I was growing up, I was the least affluent of my friends. I had many affluent moments and a handful of exposures to some great wealth, but generally speaking… There were 3 significant homes I had with my mother. The most impactful -relevant to this post- was the house I lived in during my late junior high to high school years. I’ve written of it before. Worth a read. A short story. Needless to say, i’ve come to reflect on it as a tiny museum shop, without the fantasy that term might actually suggest. There were walls covered in pictures and shelves with stuff, tedious furniture items mainly used to display other things on, multiple shadow boxes filled with … Read More

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Recording Existence

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I’ve been journaling since I was 12. I do vaguely recall a gift years prior of a proper ‘diary’ : dark leather, gold embossed, with a lock and tiny accompanying key. When I was gifted it, I was too young: to stay with one thought, to have a worthy secret, to have anything genuinely interesting to say. Is it hormones that first lend to privacy? Probably, yes. We are the only animals which can stay attached to a memory. But why do we choose to keep them? Some of us hoard every ticket stub and momento, awards, certificates, cards…then there are those that live out of a backpack. We now have the capability to store our DNA, our daily workouts, … Read More

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Time

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“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.” ― Bill Watterson We really only know time as a linear concept. Now that we are in one of our 4 seasons, Why Do Autumn Leaves Change Colors? We also gage the progression of time with the sequence of memories. This is one of those heart-tugging shorts, worth the 7 minute investment of your time. ‘Stringing together over 4,000 photographs, this stop-motion short film tells the story of a man whose great love has gone, at least until he opens a box of her letters and photographs. He follows her lead around the city through the photographs. Only those that watch till the end will see where they lead.’ PAPER … Read More

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