So if an attic is where most people keep their past neatly tucked away for later sharing and viewing, then the computer is the external memory card of the mind. With the exception that the computer is easily accessible to it's the hands of the mind. No matter how much I try to clean this attic of it's old stuff, I always seem to find things that either I thought I lost, was damaged or passed along to someone else. So here's a little sample of a few drawings, which I actually found, but now live currently also in that external memory card of my macbook.

These little pencil drawings were found at some point, and apparently they got a little stain on then from possibly spilled coffee or maybe a tree trunk decided to start growing out of the bottom.