"I'll embalm myself, too."

It's been bothering me lately, this need to document and archive anything I've owned, no matter how small or how tangential to myself it is. Someone somewhere said that the poet who archives and curates his work never composes anything worthwhile. I have a similar problem: is the storage and preservation of quotidiana so time-consuming that I don't actually have time to figure out my own motivations and behavior?

To remember something often means to forget something else. Come Lethe.