Saturday, July 14, 2007
I am an unstoppable hoarder. I have never met a cigarette package on the ground I didn't have to have. Or postage stamps, or postcards, or letters, or cards, invitations, gallery announcements, ticket stubs, receipts.
I cleaned out some drawers today. I found camera lenses tossed with empty TOP tobacco boxes (which has the most brilliant design ever) with Soviet stamps and q-tips. If I had been going through someone else's I would have thought they were crazy. Each scrap of paper, like a physical metonymy, carries with it a memory of a place, or a person. I reviewed a good ten years of my life this afternoon. I filled a bag with odds and ends-- scraps I couldn't use, lenses for cameras I don't have, mysterious objects I kept because they were shiny. I put an ad on Craigslist, in the free section, and within minutes, I had a taker. I didn't have to put my treasures in the garbage, they are going to a good home. I am so happy. Cleaning is fun again.