Today I have a heavy backpack. A backpack full of memories of the past in form of papers. After deciding to move to a new flat, it turned out that I have a huge collection of hand-written notes from my undergrad and graduate times. Even more interesting were the notes I found made by 10 or 11 year old myslef, which I had saved in the basement all these years.
So what to do with them anyway? I would never ever need these notes again, if at all, every couple of years, I would take them out and get nostalgic about the efforts I had put on writing them, then put them back again into the basement.
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Angling Philosopher 