In the beginning, (don't ask me how long ago because I get time mixed up)
I put my slides in a wooden box. Damn things would spill out all
over the place. Then I stored them in a ring binder in plastic sheets
which turned out not to be archival. Now they are back in a box.
Miniature unorganized bright mirrors of my work. Some are labeled. Some are
not.
Don't give a shit but curators do.
Tina is sorting them out and labeling them all. She seems excited by the
job. God knows why. I have ordered a rolling file thing I saw in a
catalog to house them.
I forgot she was coming, and everything is a mess. Ate tuna directly from the
can last night. Didn't want to stop working to cook something. Left the
remains in the can on the kitchen counter. I noticed it still lying there
on our way to the study.