on the idea of “rocks” tho, and leaving memories in-place, have you ever tried dry stacking medium to largish rocks? not only does it provide more interest than rocks on the ground, you can stack the rocks with someone else’s help and build a shared memory in a place you might later visit without that person.

it’s a bit depressing in a way, but it also lifts my spirits to think that i might still be able to go to a certain part of a certain national park and find the rocks that i stacked with a certain person years ago; that something as fickle as a college crush can be represented physically and in a way that might outlast my existence, without burdening anyone else with ever knowing its meaning. *sigh*

i like rocks.