Curiosity will get the better of us though, and there will come a time when we get the urge to dig out that small detail, or go hunting for a box of events that never quite worked, yet didn’t deserve to be consigned to the tip.
And, what happens when we unexpectedly arrive at a moment that calls us to consciously take stock? How will we best arrange the souvenirs that prove we were actually there? Perhaps we'll tilt them towards sentimentality or angle them to create a shadow of nostalgia. We may line them up in a way that momentarily changes perspective, only to have them collapse under the weight of long-held beliefs.
Listening to David Bowie’s newly released single, yesterday, I was moved, and left with the impression of a man reflecting, not so much on the contents of his cupboard, but the frailty of that which connects one item to the other.