It started with a floral hatbox my grandmother gave me. I was maybe 10 or 11. I put it under my bed and it slowly filled with movie ticket stubs, notes folded into neat triangles, and various Playbills, pamphlets, and souvenir keychains. Over time, the collection swelled and now includes that original hatbox as well as a few others and an assortment of shoeboxes. It’s been culled a few times, notes from friends long forgotten thrown away, fossilized movie tickets discarded. But the collection still takes up nearly a whole closet, especially with the milk crates full of old journals, yearbooks, and papers.
Early & Alone #55: What We Hold Onto
Early & Alone #55: What We Hold Onto
Early & Alone #55: What We Hold Onto
It started with a floral hatbox my grandmother gave me. I was maybe 10 or 11. I put it under my bed and it slowly filled with movie ticket stubs, notes folded into neat triangles, and various Playbills, pamphlets, and souvenir keychains. Over time, the collection swelled and now includes that original hatbox as well as a few others and an assortment of shoeboxes. It’s been culled a few times, notes from friends long forgotten thrown away, fossilized movie tickets discarded. But the collection still takes up nearly a whole closet, especially with the milk crates full of old journals, yearbooks, and papers.