Chain of Memories

Perhaps you are familiar with this scenario: a drawer of shame, filled to the brim with things you tucked away once upon a time but never had the strength to properly deal with. For me, it came in the form of notebooks. Specifically, my college notebooks. I had the bad habit of using a notebook exclusively for every course I took, so many of them sat half-empty. A couple nearing the end of my college career were only 2-3 pages filled. During what I would later dub as The Blank Period or The Fallow Years, I moved my notetaking almost exclusively online. In the fashion of someone who grew up low income, I couldn't bear archiving them for real. Instead, I grouped them along with some blank pads collected from events, seminars, one workplace to another. I might have stopped going to school and stopped replenishing my supply, but the acquisition of bound paper through everyday life occurrence eventually exceeded my capability of using them. About two dozens of them, menacingly awaiting.…