I take a heck of a lot of pictures, seemingly way more than most of the people I know other than the ones in the movie industry; in fact, one of my friends once said “your phone eats first”. But there’s a secret to why I take pictures: it’s for something, for the creation of an external memory – and memory is my brand, after all. With those photographs, I can figure out what happened in the past, even sometimes obscure things – like the attachment point of this lightsaber, which isn’t just the diamond-shaped piece of wood, but also includes two hooks that seem to have disappeared in the move.
We may not find them, but at least now we know what to look for.
How can you turn the things in your life into an unexpected resource?
-the Centaur
Pictured: the old library, which was very nice, but not as nice as this one:
