Every now and then I peer into my empty tin box. It’s gold with colorful patterns of birds and flowers reminiscent of India. It’s an obsession, a compulsion, collecting things like this tin box. I love the sound it makes when it opens and this one smells like chocolate. What shall I put in my new tin box? I have one for change… I have one for letters… maybe I’ll put buttons in this one…maybe I’ll put my conte crayons in it.