For as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with the method of recording my existence, and i’ve always kept journals, mementos, and souvenirs throughout my entire life.
I’ve had this method that I willentirely love having all of these physical memories someday when I am old and looking back on my experiences.
I know that my brain cannot record everything that is happening to me, so I’ve always wanted to make sure that I had a record to reference. I remember doing the same back when I was a child and the people I was with and I were living in a substantial old victorian house, then the beach house had been outfitted with central heating and cooling devices just before the people I was with and I moved in, so it had an interesting current know despite the outdated walls. I slept in a room that was in the attic, where I had access to a lot of the air ducts, then as a kid, I remember thinking that the whole situation was so romantic as I sat in my creepy attic room surrounded by substantial duct work. I also thought that the docs work provided a particular occasion to leave my mark in the house for future generations. I would properly write notes and journal entries on tiny pieces of paper and shove them into the substantial air duct system. I figured, one morning another little boy would be playing in the attic near the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C plan and find all of my tiny recordings. In a way, the people I was with and I could affix to one another through the current heating and cooling plan in this historic home, however well, my recordings never made it to another little boy, because an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist got to them first. I willnever forget how deranged I felt when our heating and cooling specialist showed a basket full of handwritten notes to my mom after locating them in the ductwork, now, I keep my writing to myself.