Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sometimes it's so wonderful- all this stuff I've accumulated around me. I forget the millions of secret histories whispering across my desk, then I lay eyes on the spidery '1853' on the back of this tintype, and I touch my fingers to my Georgian heart necklace around my neck, and I think...how marvellous, all these tiny inconsequential things are, to have existed in our world for so long and to have come down to me. For me to find them sometimes in the bottom of old jewellery boxes, jammed in the cracks of dresser drawers, hung with dime store plastic horrors in the thrift shop, slipped between the wall and the fire mantel...waiting.
For me and you.