‘Precious Time Capsule’ - 31st July 2020

When I was in the middle of my daily walk, some vision from my childhood came up to my mind. Some vision as if trying to hint out some clues for my internal desire? Or Some clues for my next step moving forward?

Having such an imaginative talk internally, I dropped by to a shop without thinking much for finding things in there. As I didn’t have any missions to buy things, I was simply letting my eyes wandering around as my curiosity drives me. Then, somehow, I bought some toy-like display objects which have no functional purposes. A weird-looking finger size porcelain object, one gift box with a cheesy wrapping paper. Though I had no ideas for what intention I have with those random objects. One thing it was clear to me was my feeling toward them. Somehow, I felt like a giggling little girl inside me smiling for my action. A little bit of adventure that she managed to do on her own for a few coins that she had as a child.

This action itself reminds me of something else now. When I was around 8 or 10 years olds, I used to collect things, meaningless things, finding objects from the streets, the nearby mountain, or exchanging things with friends. Then, my memory goes toward, those letters. Those letters that I collected around the time. It was popular things to do at my school, exchanging physical letters or sharing one notebook with a few close friends and write a diary to circulate during a class. I packed up those letters and notebooks in one carton box along with my collection of weird found objects and even further I have carefully wrapped up this carton box with one plastic rubbish bag so that it can be protected even under a harsh rainy condition. Then I buried this box deep under the earth on the back garden of the house where I used to live around that age. I completely forgot about this memory for a long while. I don’t even know why it did come up to my mind in such a way as this. I don’t collect things anymore, as I used to collect like this memory directing my tendency to be. Though I know that my collection from this childhood memory shows, that I was curious about something odd in shapes or curious to know why I was attracted to a certain thing, or finding things in unexpected locations, etc. As if checking behind one stone, ‘Is there somebody or something out there?’

Objects are not just objects. There is a certain association with our own psyche, I guess. At this our contemporary era having so many electric devices to communicate with each other, and surely I enjoy this present convenience at that same time, I do love these physical letters that would stay with us for a long long period as a kind of gift from our past.

Why did I keep those letters buried under the earth at that time? Maybe it was a kind of surprise intention to the future me? Possibly it was a little secret from my parents and others with the fact that I buried them since I guess that some stories written in those notebooks or letters, were kind of private talks between friends only even we were so small at that time. 

One thing is sure is that I must have been very much looking forward to opening those stories again one day when I was a lot bigger, like a time capsule from my childhood. 

What happened to this time capsule of mine? I do wonder. Though I have no clues to find it any longer since we moved out of the house soon after due to my father’s profession.

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