Time capsule
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In 1972, one Ms. Linda P. lost her wallet at the University of New Brunswick library. She got it back, sans money, about five days ago (it had been thrown up into a false ceiling). What an interesting unintentional time-capsule that must have been; to see old university ID cards, long ago expired coupons from McDonalds, and a photograph of an ex-boyfriend bearing the oh-so-fashionable muttonchop whiskers of the time.
Every once in a while I find something from my childhood that snaps some memory back into place; like when I look back at my reading list from kindergarden. I half gave a bit of serious thought to finding all the books on that reading list, and reading them again.
Every once in a while the whole question of time capsules occurs to me. What would i put in one? It's somewhat difficult a question, since my entire apartment is like a time capsule. It houses a smattering of the sum total of my life. It is, as George Carlin once put it, the "place for my stuff".
Would I include old diaries and poems, a copy of a cherished book or beloved piece of music, newspaper articles, an item of clothing? What would be the most significant thing to wish to remember ten, twenty, or even thirty years from now? Would I only put good things inside it, or would I also wish to retain and rekindle bittersweet memories or painful events? That's not such a tough question for me. I'd put everything I could. I'm just that way.
I suppose, as bad as some things can be, and as much as I might sometimes wish to forget them, they are all the building blocks of the person I've become - good and bad - and none has, in the grand scheme of things, too much more a significant place than any other.
I think I'd want to remember everything.