Every scrap has a story.
Every stamp has its moment
of being licked.
Every piece of paper has
personal history pressed right into it and dried. Maybe the paper used to be a tree, until the pulping, or was a pile of rice stalks, or hand-crafted from elephant dung in Thailand. Every piece of paper used to be fibre of another name.
The paper stories here speak of a digital fetish for good old-fashioned texture.
As a news box on this site, a page from a notebook achieves new relevance in the digital realm.
This scrap was used to convey a pencilled message of some urgency.
Written messages were used to communicate during an attempt to reach the South Pole by airplane in 1929 because noise in the cockpit made talking impossible.
"Must soon turn north" indicates concern about reaching the turnaround point, beyond which the plane would not have enough fuel to return.
Little known fact about bits of paper:
Sticky notes on this site were made by
scanning actual sticky notes.
This appears to be an admission ticket to the Giza pyramids in Egypt. I myself have never been to Egypt and yet in my possession is this scrap of paper. It is torn, having admitted one, and marked by a splotch of something still sticky. I like to imagine this is the stickiness of surprisingly succulent dates, enjoyed while shuffling towards admittance.