Waking each
morning to the facts of life.
I don't know, but it seems a fair guess that if we keep things in
order to remind us of how we were when we first saved them, then
it makes sense that we don't have to keep the things about which
we don't have to be reminded. (It also makes sense that the art
of collecting rests in knowing what's ubiquitous, and doesn't require
a reminder, today but is going to be desired tomorrow.)
Each morning I comb my
hair, or what's left of it, and each morning I see it in my brush,
meaning that it's no longer there on my head. No particular memories
are attached to this hair. It's part (or was part) of me, but with
or without the hair I'm still me, and not different in any significant
way. And I have to admit that I'm losing my hair daily. There are
no watersheds, no important milestones that a particular strand
of hair represents. It just happens. So I've got little reason to
save an artifact that doesn't remind me of anything I've forgotten.
Of course people have
been known to pay good money for a lock of hair of the famous, and
if anyone is interested,
I'll be happy to save some and sell it to them, on the outside chance
that someday it will be worth something.
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