So, after weeks of leaving books and papers out to dry, we finished putting them onto shelves, in envelopes or into boxes.

It still feels a bit like a loss though most of that feeling is rather abstract and distant. At least that’s how it is to me. Really, how often do you go back to read your old notebooks, that is, other than when you’re packing up for a move, looking for your Social Security card or cleaning up after a flooded basement? I think that these keepsakes don’t serve as memorabilia so well as they do as dead weight, something to keep just to have. Those markers or little creations that represent some meaningful time or place or effort in my past need to undergo a little transformation into a form that makes them interesting enough to have around on their own without any contribution from my own nostalgia. For example, origami the thing into a swan, laminate it into a place mat or clip it to a lamp. This time the sewage water saved us from the effort and performed a transformation on one of Ariane’s note papers into something interesting. But I still don’t know what we’ll do with it though.