I’m digging through all my old stuff looking for a specific photograph (I need it for a future blog post) and I’m realizing that I’m ridiculously sentimental and have barely thrown anything away. If you ever sent me a postcard, birthday card, letter–I still have it. I’m not a huge fan of nostalgia but I do like swimming in it. I hope that when I die and my friends and family are going through my belongings, they’ll remember me for my sentimental attachment to my past and not for the porn. But they’ll probably note the porn.
