The Accidental Archive

Feb 21, 2022. A biomythographic examination of name tags, ticket stubs, and patches, pins and post-it notes.

These are not the most important things. This is just what has survived so far.

My mother had an abhorrence of things that were not there for a reason.

I grew up surrounded by carefully placed, well-lit, curious objects which I was not allowed to touch, (but which I did anyway), I would turn them over, pretend they were mine, touch them as though I loved…