Vault.

There’s something infinitely amazing about opening up an old sketchbook filled to the brim with half-baked ideas, incoherent jottings, thumbnail sketches, worthless dribble, and countless scratched off to-do-lists. It’s probably the same reason I dig photography and for that matter, anthropology. I guess you can chalk it up to a longing for the good ol’ days. Then again, maybe it’s all part of growing up.

Regardless of the why, I’m thankful that I have these priceless artifacts laying in front of me currently.