The Memory Jars
(всички 3 части)
Part 1
I love exploring old attics - they are like frozen pieces of universe, often the last piece of a perfectly preserved but forgotten generation. It's kind of a hobby to travel across the states, and check out the house sales, but you know, the kind where they let you inside and you may pick up whatever you like.
When I was a little boy my father used to take me into such sales and it stuck with me to this very day. Entering an attic is like I am stepping into another universe - the old smell, the covered stuff, the dusty pictures, countless boxes filled with precious, incredible furniture, weird toys and, oh well, kinky magazines.
The time just stops in there and I feel like nothing else really matters - just me and the tiny fraction of a past era. There were times that I thought if the world was to end right now, the attics of millions houses around the globe would have somehow survived the apocalypse in bubbles of reality. Like they are too preci ...