Personal strata

At every time in the last six years, I have had a substantial collection of personal items stored in boxes somewhere other than where I was living. Generally, this has meant a closet full of big Tupperware containers, duct taped shut between visits.

When the chance or the need arises to dig through the stack, the result is a kind of auto-archeology. Things of persistent value tend to stay near the top of the stack, because they have been left there by past expeditions. Things near the bottom – rarely glimpsed – are likely photographs or letters from more than a decade in the past.

Today’s minor foray was motivated by a search for writable CDs for the Cabin Fever trip this weekend, so it was both superficial and unsuccessful.

Author: Milan

In the spring of 2005, I graduated from the University of British Columbia with a degree in International Relations and a general focus in the area of environmental politics. In the fall of 2005, I began reading for an M.Phil in IR at Wadham College, Oxford. Outside school, I am very interested in photography, writing, and the outdoors. I am writing this blog to keep in touch with friends and family around the world, provide a more personal view of graduate student life in Oxford, and pass on some lessons I've learned here.

2 thoughts on “Personal strata”

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    eponymous horn

    …It’s not tidy, and I’ve been meaning to clean out the closet. Debris left behind by the progression of my life is tucked away in drawers, pinned to corkboards, pinched between the mattress and the headboard of my bed.

    It’s all primary sources, diaries, evidence A, evidence B. There’s enough diary entries, drawings, fiction, candy-wrappers, poetry, old makeup, theatre programmes, Polaroids, DNA to reconstruct a life…

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