This week I’ve been pushing forward on a massive clean-up of my apartment. This Sisyphean task is far more than a single week’s work, but this past week I’ve made some real progress.
It has felt like traveling back in a time machine. And in the course of operating that time machine I’ve made some real discoveries.
Well, more like archaeological finds. Here, for example, hidden in the zippered inner pocket of a pair of pants I clearly had not worn in a very very long time, was a genuine NYC subway token:
I brought the token to our lab to show around, and most people there had absolutely no idea what it was. I found that fact to be equal parts delightful and horrifying.
As William Faulkner once said, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past. It’s just stuck in the back of your closet.”