There is an opened box on my floor just waiting for me to pack away some memories. I am a bit of a hoarder, I fill empty shoe, book or indeed, any box I have with things from my past which I'll keep forever.
I love my memories but since my real memory is slowly fading the mementos help me to recall events that have become foggy.
When I die someone will have to sort through all my boxes and they will throw away my life. They will discard old movie tickets and items which have personal resonance for me will mean nothing to them. The dummy egg will be tossed into the rubbish pile along with my memories. My personal history will be wiped clean as my personal items are destroyed.
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