  When i hoped i feared, since i hoped i dared; everywhere alone as a church remain; spectre cannot harm, serpent cannot charm; he deposes doom, who hath suffered him. if you have ever stepped foot in my room, you know that i have alot of "commemorative artifacts. " toys from mcdonalds, street signs, feathers, lawn ornaments, menus, old game boards...something i saved for a memory. i like to keep them all over my room so that no matter where i look i can be reminded of a time when i was with people i love, just having a great time and living life. it wasn't always like this. when we moved to Colorado, my room was part of the unfinished storage room in the basement.
I had to share a room with Shenni until my room was constructed. after dad finished building my room and mom and i finished painting, it was an instant rule that i could put very little on any of the walls, since there are murals detailed into the wood. how do i display two-dimentional objects in a way that i can daily embrace the moments they hold? so i began to hide them. in the pages of books, between cds, behind folders, wherever there's room, i've stuffed. it's astoundingly successful. just today i opened my favorite book, Go Ask Alice , and unexpectedly found a photograph i took and developed last year in photography class. it's a black and white picture of a chrome clock with all the numbers backwards and faded (some call it beauty. some call it trash. i call it aiming the camera at a clock, developing the picture backwards, and not leaving the enlarger on long nough to expose the photo paper.
either way, it's a really, really creepy photo). i was overwhelmed with images of Mr. Croop, Layla, Mr. Ellis, film-loading races, and dark room scents. maybe not experiencing a collective of memories every day, but only stumbling upon them every so often is the bext way to keep my little life collection. 
