At first I was going to title this entry “My Newfound Hobby” or something, but I thought that sounded too much like the title of one of my Japanese journal entries, so now my secret is out – I scrapbook. I hadn’t really considered it a hobby because it’s not something I do very often, but I looked in my closet and I discovered that I have no fewer than five (5) items that can be considered scrap books. For the uninitiated, scrapbooks are not merely photo albums. Photo albums have, well, photos DAKE (only) in them. Scrapbooks have more – much more. They are filled with the debris left in the wake of one’s life. Little bits of paper that show where you’ve been, what you’ve seen, the funny or touching things your friends have said.
In my journeys down memory lane, I’ve learned something about scrapbooking – it takes a certain level of objectivity – a certain responsibility to one’s self. When you put together a scrapbook, you are essentially choosing what you will remember about your life in 20, 40, 60 years. If you omit something, then you run the risk of losing that memory forever. It’s like in Momento, memory is imperfect and so we do things to help ourselves remember. Of course when I look at my scrapbooks from highschool, I remember certain events with a certain spin, but I have photos and documentation that help remind me of the whole picture – that add a little perspective. And I feel that if I chose to ignore that perspective when creating my scrapbooks, I would do my memories an injustice. While there may be things that I want to forget, I feel an obligation to myself to include them in my scrapbook. To remind myself that those things were once a part of my life, so that in 20, 40, 60 years, I can say, “I remember that.”