…create something every day. I recently had a discussion with a friend about what will exist in the future re: things we make, things we catalog, things we note. This blog has been a way for me to generate a running “journal” or “record” of sorts for things I think, do, make.
But what will become of this space? Will it always exist? Nothing is certain, and so I’ve begun books…books of things. Who knew we’d be back at this spot? I did this in junior high, and now again, approaching 30.
I’ll still catalog, list, show here. But I realized I want something that could eventually be pulled from a box and discovered anew. I realize I carry around a little leather book that was once my father’s way of keeping track of places he needed to be, things he needed to remember. I don’t fill it out now, because its got a 2000 calendar in it, but I carry it and jot little moments inside sometimes. It still houses his own notes, from his last appointments in his life. It makes me feel closer to him.
I hope my books will make someone feel closer to me, someday. Maybe that’s overly ambitious!
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