Sunday, April 14, 2013

Key to the Past


I'm about to open a briefcase that I haven't opened in over twenty years.

It's a briefcase that has stewed in the juices of my childhood.  It served first as my brother's school bag, and later, mine after he got too cool to use one.  If this briefcase could talk, it would reminisce about former teachers, bullying on the school bus, the numerous girls I've had fleeting crushes on.

In a sense this briefcase can talk -- it contains over one hundred memo pads, dating back to when I was thirteen, that I used for my Diary.

Wow.

And when I dig up old stuff like this, feelings of foreboding and dread fill me.  And mostly Sadness.

The motivation for this expedition is to find some old poetry that I wrote but don't fully remember.  I want to publish it, but not here.

The first step was finding this key, which could very well be older than me.


6 comments:

Rummuser said...

Looks very much like an old Samsonite. Is it?

Rummuser said...

Some one saw Mulla Nasruddin searching for something on the ground. "What have you lost Mulla?" he asked. "My key," said the Mulla. So they both went down on their knees and looked for it. after a time the other man asked, "Where exactly did you drop it?" "In my own house." "Then why are you looking here?" "There is more light here than inside my house."

Square Peg Guy said...

Thanks for the funny quote about the search for the key.

I looked on the briefcase for some sort of name plate. But it was totally devoid of any marking. Plus I don't see anything quite like it on Google Images.

All the best!

Rummuser said...

You are in for more trouble Square Peg. I intend writing a post and linking your post to it anon. I hope that you do not mind. It might just drive some traffic your way.

Ursula said...

Ramana wants to "drive traffic" to your blog. Whilst that sounds mildly suggestive I tend to (sometimes) follow where he leads. Even if it leaves me in a jam.

I notice one of your tags referring to 'anxiety'. Quite. Which is why I tend to take shortcuts. Rather than trying to locate a lost key I obey my favourite law of physics: That of the lever. And what better way to break into a briefcase than brutally yet gently let a flat tipped screw driver do what a flat tipped screw driver does best.

U

Square Peg Guy said...

Welcome, Ursula, and thank you for your comment. I never doubted that I could find the key, so breaking in to the briefcase hadn't crossed my mind.