Verdens Verste Menneske

The world that I knew has disappeared. I grew up in a time where culture was passed along through objects. They were interesting because we could live among them. That's all I have. I spent my life doing that. Collecting stuff, comics, books, ... I just continued even when it stopped giving me the powerful emotions I felt in my early 20s. Now it is all that I have: knowledge and memories of stupid, futile things nobody cares about. 

I don't want to be a memory to you.