Rearranging the personal museum

This is the most trafficked area in my apartment—between the living room and kitchen, by the steps to the bedroom.

It has become a slowly changing moment of reflection.

A portrait of my mom.

My dad’s film camera, pipe and pocketknife.

A cigar box filled with Polaroids.

Two compasses.

An old pair of glasses I use when I forget where the new ones are located.

A metal ruler.

A Nintendo controller?