I remember when I was bored. I would open up that drawer in the old cabinet. It was full of random stuff. Outliers that my grandmother didn’t dare to throw away. In my boredom, each item carried a wondrous backstory. I would stare in awe trying to decipher what was it that brought that button there. The qualities of the button, when carefully inspected, would marvel me. Those memories are powerful and stick with me, probably until the day I die.