Incurvatus in se

There’s a wall in my room that I notice less and less now. but I took one good look at it again tonight. It’s a funny wall.

And on this wall is a curious collection of pictures. Pictures of people on the roof of my house, boys in tuxedos and girls in dresses all smiling. And to the right of this curious collection is an assortment of papers. A couple of them are letters congratulating me on being accepted into (insert college). A couple of them detail my so-called accomplishments from around that time in nice black letter script with ornamental decorations on the corner. Ah, adventures from Secondary Education.

I took all of these things down right now and stored them in a safe place. I figured it’s better to stumble upon these artifacts in the future with surprise and delight and warm feelings of nostalgia than to be reminded everyday that most of the people in the pictures seemed to have disappeared and that most of those papers don’t matter anymore.