‘Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.’
– Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

I hoard everything. I keep a lot of rubbish that reminds me of a special time or a particular place, and I throw most of it away eventually because I can’t remember what it is supposed to signify.

But this collection is forever. I have a cork in this vase for nearly every major event in my life, and a lot of trivial ones that were also worthy of something sparkling. They’re labelled and dated, and I don’t care if it proves that I’m a hoarder!