Detritus

Diego and I helped Catalina move yesterday. She's moving out of the dingy rent-controlled flat in Russian Hill she's lived in for four years, to a place in our neighborhood with a big living room and hardwood floors.

No matter how neat you are, moving is always an archaelogical expedition. And Catalina isn't neat. We found receipts from 2007, gift cards from 2009, old bank statements, unreturned Netflix DVDs, hairpins, shells, Honduran coins, a collection of obsolete Muni bus passes, old recipes, books, perfume bottles, and lots of swag items from tech events.

What would future explorers imagine your life to be if they dug it up from the strata?

After combing through Catalina's room and packing it in boxes, I would conclude that she lives life with hunger. That she's passionate about sucking the quirkiness, creativity, innovation and beauty out of this city. And that she keeps receipts.