I was told a funny story the other night about time capsules.
Enamoured with the idea of uncovering forgotten treasures at a future time, a younger version of a close friend teamed up with a neighbour to begin burying pieces of their life. As the story goes one capsule turned into three; which turned into seven; which then evolved into more than a dozen.
One weekend of fervour resulted in holes all over the backyard, each with its own piece of the day buried in the earth.
This process is not unlike the ...