Time capsule

(Go back to that spot.

Remember the place where you played in the autumn leaves, deep inside the woods? As far as the trail goes there was a old stump in the middle of a clearing. Through the cracks of the tree tops, light would shine and shadows danced as the wind carried the sweet smell of life.

Go back to that spot.)


-I can imagine that a culturally advanced civilization might one day explore the remains of Earth's human race, and I can imagine further that from an etic perspective it would be such a curious thing to find an odd assortment of things that serve no particular purpose. How strange would it be to dig up a small metal lunch box containing nothing more than a simple plastic comb whose age is told by the number of broken prongs, a strangely shaped rock, and an old photo? For a culture that is trying to dissect human nature, it wouldn't make much sense.
--Perhaps that is the best things about humans. We are so perfectly screwed up, and maybe that can only make sense to those with incogitancy.
---This is not an interesting rock or photo, however. This text is merely a piece of my mind that will remain for some time-I hope. This is a time capsule for me, and the treasure inside is my mind as it is now (20-years-old).

It's fun to know that when the culturally advanced civilization digs up this box containing my mind, what they will find is bound to be very different from what I put in it!