I realized today that I tend to collect cards. I collect them from coffee shops, from restaurants, from book stores, pet stores, and clothing stores. From anyplace that has caught my eye, positively or negatively. I collect them whenever I am away from home, and whenever I return. I can link almost every card back to a memory of why I was there, or who I was with.

A few even have personal inscriptions. From a beautiful message on the back of a Bistro Thierry card in Melbourne, to a "call-me-if-you-ever-come-to-New-York" note from a woman who worked in What Goes Around Comes Around.

Like the hundred or so polaroids on my bedroom wall, I have decided to put these cards up on the wall of my study.