There’s a certain feeling you get when you find something old. You instantly start wondering what it is, how it was used. You imagine a story, almost. What if that person, the first owner, had the same thoughts about something older. One day, someone might stumble upon something of yours. Something that to them, might seem ancient. One day, somebody will imagine the story of you. Of course they’ll get it wrong, but neither of you would really know how wrong, right? There’s always going to be some air of uncertainty, some gap between their present and our present. It’s something magical, don’t you think?