The Legendary Dragon Alephwyr, named Alephwyr, BA

I spent my twenties bouncing from location to location as a poor punk, deliberately shedding possessions. I retain very little from my childhood. The tattered copy of Jurassic Park I learned to read with, some photos, The Hard SF Renaissance, some patches, & some star wars cards.

I have a lot more by volume from my undergrad years: a giant pile of the physics textbooks that survived a house fire, a few dissolving screenprinted t-shirts and patches, some notepads filled with essay drafts and math work on abandoned physics projects, some slingshot planners.

Anyway, I realized a few nights ago that my decipher star wars ccg cards are almost the only physical thing I've held onto for over two decades. The last real tangible material link with my elementary school self.

Every friday in fourth grade I'd walk down SW Capitol highway to the Hillsdale Library, checkout anything political or scifi, go to the comic book store to buy a few common cards for a nickle a piece, and then use our foodstamps card at Papa Murphy's to bring home a $5 pizza.

I do kinda wish I still had my Zerzan zines and weird assortment of anarchist lit and political/science books I gave away or sold to Powells when I turned 18 and escaped town. There's just so much weird shit that was deeply specific to that era.