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[entelein]

Going through old stuff in boxes, stuff I have never been able to quite cope with, in all the years of moving and stubbornly saving things.

A mess of Rolodex cards, messily rubber-banded together.

I am playing Apples in Stereo loudly, and these memories are falling over me over and over - names from college, mostly, when I was motivated and organized. Addresses in Canada (asp, 'bou), names from people I did shows with ... names written neatly in pencil. I don't need these any more. These addresses, these numbers -- out of service, who are these people? I remember, and I don't.

Into the trash, into the trash. Saved are names to Google, a few old business cards. All the rest is going away. It's a weird feeling. All these people. The photographer I worked for, for a few weeks. The guy who played Mack the Knife in Three Penny Opera, the girl who took Thai with me. They're all gone from my sphere.

Flutter of cards, scribble of names. This is my history, in dribs and drabs.

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[le-beaux-peep.livejournal.com]

i was cleaning out my closet as well this weekend... it's so haunting, the avalanche of little flashbulb memories from another time that come tumbling out from old shoeboxes or well-preserved piles of carefully avoided clutter. Odd, the sort of things one remembers: a fleeting facial expression, or an aroma concocted from mingled sources like a leather jacket and cinnamon rolls ...

[wildsoda.livejournal.com]

Yay for Apples in Stereo!

[maribou]

Hee. I forgot that you even HAD my address when I was still in Canada.

[entelein.livejournal.com]

And then just last night I listened to Neutral Milk Hotel.

Hurrah!