Rich

The question I believe, I don't want to be pedantic about it, was about sort of cleaning one room.

What number are we on?

Oh, lovely.

Um.

sit down on the floor, go down memory lane, read an old birthday card from a family member, maybe find a present from an old girlfriend or boyfriend that I'd forgotten about, find an old magazine that I'd kept because something was mentioned.

I'd sit on the floor.

I would just go down memory lane and

get so much joy in the nostalgia, the memory, the reminder, the words, the smell, the people.

I would wonder at all the years gone by, who was I then?

Who am I now?

Where are they?

How are they?

And it would just be this whole exercise of like exploring life, emotions, history, the emotions that we attach to things, how memories are stored, how memories are triggered in us.

I obviously wouldn't be cleaning, but that's not the question.

The question is, what would you do?

And mine obviously is poetic.

It's human.

It's flexible.

It's in-depth.

What about if it was like a birthday card from your parents when you were like 11 years old?