As I wrote my photoblog entry for today, the idea for a series of photo essays struck me. Anytime I see a discarded object I can’t help but wonder about its past. I have this almost compulsive need to imagine both a logical and a fanciful history to go along with it. Maybe I was clairvoyant in a previous life…

I thought it would be cool to explore some of my more interesting theories in the form of fictional stories. I don’t want to muddle my photoblog with them though so I think they will have to be separate. (Good luck finding the time for that, right?)