September 16, 2011.
I was featured on the 14 September post on the Flickr blog :)
Haven't been taking pictures much lately because I've been moving. I know this is like.. not interesting but it'll do for now. Putting things in boxes only to take them out again; knowing that I'll probably throw away things that I'll be searching for later; going through memory, after memory, realizing I've outgrown them and slowly making myself discard them in the glaringly unfriendly trash can. Grade school exercise books; crumpled letters; childish journal entries written with shocking immaturity; fading photographs; long-ago awards and certificates, all hesitated over, then callously thrown. It's like ripping off a piece of yourself that you've forgotten existed, but was always there.
I didn't really know how much of a hoarder I was. People call them junk but I like to think of them as past memories. If they weren't there, wouldn't you forget what had happened more easily?
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