Everytime I pass by a café, I always sneak a peek at the Zocard revolving shelf. Over the years, I've collected countless of these cards. To many, they're just advertisements. To me, they are beautiful inspiring works of art. With a date stamp. So that makes them wonderful objects of nostalgia, of immense sentimental value.
They take up valuable real estate in my cramped apartment. Many a times, I mean to throw them out. Like today. But I took one look, and then, took a few pictures, and stuffed them right back where they belong. The logic is simple.
If they're inspiring enough to make me wanna immortalise them on film, how can they be relegated to the trash can?
