I've always loved rummaging through old houses, especially the attics. Attics are tiny time capsules of our lives. We store our memories and our connections to our history there.
I find that when I allow myself to be immersed in history it envelopes me and takes me back. That mental journey back allows me to feel and experience the whole journey and know the connections to our present.
There's more than junk in the attic.
As a socio-cultural anthropologist, I want to know about people and how they plug into their place in time and society and their connections.
ciao for now,