I remember the homeless would use lighters to burn marks into the correct numbers of different buildings. I always thought that was exciting as a girl, I imagined there were still solidaric vagabonds leaving clues to each other outside of society.
Scents can be so rich with memories! It's always tricky when I revisit places or objects from my early days, especially with someone else. With a sibling it usually turns out fine because we seem mostly aligned about our respective versions of events, but I never go to school reunions because I suspect what I remember happened is quite different from most others.
I also have a special fondness for door codes, even though there’s that slight security risk from guessing numbers based on keypad wear patterns.
I still remember my best friends' phone numbers from when I was a child. Those friend have grown up and moved out. We've also reached the age when most of the parents are gone too, and certainly the landlines have been disconnected in favour of mobiles and broadband. But I am still sometimes tempted to call one of those numbers. Imagine if someone were to pick up?
Wonderful. Blindsided by the cologne i had a great read of door codes. A great essay, takes an excellent writer to come up with interesting words about everyday objects. It reminded me of Oranges by John McPhee, one of my return again and again reads. I will now add yours to the list.
I remember the homeless would use lighters to burn marks into the correct numbers of different buildings. I always thought that was exciting as a girl, I imagined there were still solidaric vagabonds leaving clues to each other outside of society.
Scents can be so rich with memories! It's always tricky when I revisit places or objects from my early days, especially with someone else. With a sibling it usually turns out fine because we seem mostly aligned about our respective versions of events, but I never go to school reunions because I suspect what I remember happened is quite different from most others.
I also have a special fondness for door codes, even though there’s that slight security risk from guessing numbers based on keypad wear patterns.
I still remember my best friends' phone numbers from when I was a child. Those friend have grown up and moved out. We've also reached the age when most of the parents are gone too, and certainly the landlines have been disconnected in favour of mobiles and broadband. But I am still sometimes tempted to call one of those numbers. Imagine if someone were to pick up?
Wonderful. Blindsided by the cologne i had a great read of door codes. A great essay, takes an excellent writer to come up with interesting words about everyday objects. It reminded me of Oranges by John McPhee, one of my return again and again reads. I will now add yours to the list.
Beautiful
Thank you!