Monday, July 25, 2011
I don't collect things. I don't save much. I've always traveled light. Still, there are certain things I have trouble throwing away. The phone numbers of long-departed friends. A tin of extra buttons. Things I find on the ground: marbles, feathers, seashells. A tiny, perfect pinecone. A picture cut from a magazine of a Buddhist monk petting a stray dog. The keys for lost locks. The wing of a swallowtail butterfly I found in a meadow in Yosemite. A cobalt glass bottle holding a seedpod. Things like that; keepers of secrets and memories. Things whose meaning is clear only to me. Those things I save.
Posted by Tai at 6:37 PM