So many things travel with us throughout out lives.
Not just the tangible; there are ideas, dreams, fears and thoughts. There are beliefs and prejudices, stubborn falsehoods and wonder tales.
All of these make up who we are, have a hand in steering us.
This is a topic I've touched upon briefly, several years ago when first we moved from Atlanta to Savannah. It started with a box of china and has now extended past the items on my shelves and burrowed deep into the existential.
I want to explore these "things", unearth them, turn them about in the daylight. Like an archaeologist I need to examine the good, the bad, the baffling; I want to take microscope to the macrocosm that surrounds me.
Every person is filled with stories, carry things with them from long past and recent memory. It's these things, these pieces that shape us.
I find that utterly fascinating.
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