Rearranging the personal museum

Friday, March 6, 2020

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?