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2008-01-02
a lifetime of paper
Spent a good part of my day continuing the search for the paper. Have I told you about the paper?
The paper is something I wrote during my sophomore year of college that I've been looking for over the past two months. Convinced that it would be in a specific box in the storage unit I stretched myself in all the wrong places shortly before Thanksgiving looking for it in there. While I did find journals and writing from the early and mid 90s, the paper was not amongst them.
Frustrated, I ate some turkey and took a break.
Shortly before Christmas I popped up into the attic to see if the paper lived on in some forgotten box. I did find a box full of fat clothes and other high school mementos that provided some amusement, but no paper. There were other boxes, but they were guarded by summer fans and a rather heavy bookshelf...and I had other things to do....like try on the fat clothes and discover that they once again fit me.
Today, energized by the new year, I crawled up into the chill of the attic and blasted my way through the fans and bookshelf to the boxes in the back row. So many boxes. I've gone through four already and found that those easily consolidated down into one box. Well, once I'd sent several reams of paper to the recycling bin. To be fair, most of this was photocopied texts that professors handed out over the years. No need to hang onto that anymore with most everything available online.
But to be honest, there was other stuff in there too. The usefulness of many of the scraps I'd saved has faded. Why, for instance, did I save a cup of soup pouch given to me by my first girlfriend? Well, yes, it did provide a hearty meal for some creature(s) as evidenced by the sawdust all throughout that particular box, but other than that I'm mystified by my motivation.
I did discover a metal filing cabinet amidst the boxes that holds old writing. Tomorrow's project will be to search for the paper in there.Labels: dose of mikey, writing
* posted by me at 7:05 PM
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