It began with a cardboard box
It began with a cardboard box.
[Cardboard box with top folded closed]
[Dimensions]
[Top view] [Side view] [unusual markings]
The cardboard could have come from anywhere.
[History of cardboard] [Manufacturers specs]
It’s surface was weatherworn. It’s pulpy fibers were stressed and agitated to the point of breaking, but they somehow seemed to hold.
It's provenance can only be described as this. In order to determine the age, I had to inspect it’s contents. But in order to discover who was the last possess the box, I had to pry open the long dead-bolt of a lock that protected my jerry-rigged heart.
It was found after they emptied the apartment of it’s contents.
[Cardboard like apartment, like the cutout of a tomb and a box]
It was the last item removed from that apartment nestled in the cramped street-alleys of Shubra.
They sold the apartment, but this was the one thing they could not sell.
And inside that box lay the dormant roots of my identity.
I was now it’s owner.