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renniekins
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Moving Boxes
Saturday morning, I helped a friend of a friend move. At one point, I was inside assembling boxes. I folded down the well-worn flaps of the box I was building, and as I pulled a fresh piece of packing tape off the roll, I noticed that there were many tattered and cut strips of old tape along those seams. Briefly I pictured the numerous past movers, each standing like I did, putting down fresh tape on the box's flaps. Then, at the new home, taking a knife or perhaps a pair of scissors and slicing that tape in half to open the box again. I pictured the box broken down, sitting in a basement or an attic for awhile, until it was once again reassembled and re-taped. I thought about all those journeys, all those new homes, all those life-events. I wondered how many hands had assembled, lifted, carried, then re-opened this box.

Then I pressed my new piece of tape flat, sealed up the other edge, filled the box with videotapes, and continued on with the packing.
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behindthefool From: behindthefool Date: July 28th, 2003 12:35 am (UTC) (Link)
Have you ever seen One Hour Photo? Something that they talk about is how no one ever takes photos of the little things like doors and walls and chairs and stuff which are always there. Instead people take photos of special occasions or moments which they want to remember. Yet it is the little things that make our life what it is, and it should be them that are appreciated the most.

I know that doesn't have much relevence to your post, but it made me think how things like cardboard boxes don't mean anything to us but it was part of people's lives, just for a few days.
anderale From: anderale Date: July 28th, 2003 12:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Quite often I find myself thinking these things. A library book, a shirt from the second hand store, an old piece of furniture...I have a bike that has a parking sticker on it from Wisconsin. How does a bike get from Wisconsin to Arizona?

Funny thing is that the boy who gave it to me was from the town on the sticker, but he bought it at a bike shop here. I wonder if it arrived, piece by piece in one of those moving boxes. :)
renniekins From: renniekins Date: July 31st, 2003 11:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, things like that are intriguing. The "life story" of an object, as it passes from hand to hand...

I've seen a few movies that use such a concept, and it can be very neat. "The Red Violin", for example.
anderale From: anderale Date: July 31st, 2003 05:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
I've heard that is a good movie, but I keep forgetting about it. :) I must get a membership somewhere.
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