(Strictly speaking, I’m probably not nearly established enough to even use that term, but the word pleases me and I am pretentious.)
I’ve been searching for the photos I took in my high school film photography class, most of which are probably terrible, but there are a couple gems that I remember shooting. I. Cannot. Find Them. I refuse to believe that I threw them out because I never throw anything out, especially if it is the fruit of my prodigious creativity. (Sarcasm noted.) No, really it’s because I’m a packrat. And because I know that seven years later I will randomly want them. I did find a couple, not the ones I was looking for, but interesting nonetheless.
I did also find the negatives, so if I really want to get them printed, I could. Or I’ll just wait for future art historians to raid my room after my demise and discover them for me.