On Found Objects and Forgotten Clues

I keep a drawer full of things I can’t explain.

Not important things — not really. A key with no lock. A film canister. A coin I’m pretty sure isn’t real. They don’t have stories attached (at least, not ones I know), but they’ve stayed with me anyway.

Some of my best ideas have started with a found object. I’ll hold something odd or out of place, and think: Where did this come from? What happened around it? Who left it behind — and why?

I don’t always get answers. But I always get direction.

That’s the thing about clues: they don’t have to solve anything. Sometimes, they just point you toward the kind of question worth asking.

End of entry. Drawer closed.