Today, I want to talk to you about a time capsule. That’s because I’ve decided to make one, and I’ve even bought myself a stainless steel capsule to keep it in. The idea is for you to bury it in your garden, but I don’t have one and I move too often anyway, so I’ll keep it buried in the pile of stuff underneath the stairs and behind my guitar rack.
The plan is for me to fill the capsule with stuff that’s important to me and then to seal it and to keep it until my 40th birthday in 2029, when I’ll open it up and see what I put in there. I already have a few ideas of things to put in there and I also want to write some poetry and some notes to myself.
As for why I’m doing it…well, why not? The idea came to me one night when I was lying awake in bed and I ended up thinking about it for half an hour or so and deciding there and then that it had to be done. I’ve been trying a lot of new stuff recently in an attempt to broaden my mind and to push myself out of my comfort zone, and so it seemed like I might as well give it a go. What’s the worst that could happen?
Besides, it’s bringing back some memories of an old university project for a module called Fiction and Innovative Form. We had to hand something in that told a story but which wasn’t just a traditional piece of writing, so I made a time capsule for a fictional little kid. I still have that thing lying around somewhere. I think it’s in my mum’s loft.
Anyway, that’s about all I have to tell you about my time capsule, and if you want to see what’s inside it then you’re going to have to wait until I turn 40. In the meantime, why not make a time capsule for yourself? It’s a lot of fun to do, and that’s without the payoff you’ll get if you’re patient enough to wait until it’s time to open it. Besides, it’s something to do. That’s the only excuse I needed.