The stars begin to fade like guttering candles and are snuffed out one by one.
Out in the depths of space the great celestial cities, the galaxies cluttered with the memorabilia of ages, are gradually dying. Tens of billions of years pass in the growing darkness ... of a universe condemned to become a galactic graveyard.
Your memorabilia becomes more significant. It does put you in a different category.
I haven't collected memorabilia. I am not a person who lives in the past.
I can imagine in years to come that my papers and memorabilia, my journals and letters, will find themselves always in the company of people who care about many of the things I do.
Last Update: April, 2020