What is it about old papers,string,and any other object of my crazy desire? When I'm creating these still life vignettes, I find myself creating stories about how these objects were used and who owned them. Also,how these things have outlived the person who had them. It is a reminder to me how our lives are really so fleeting, even when someone lives to be really old. It does make me sad. So, why am I so amused by the past when it isn't even my own??