Went to a wedding this weekend, held at a museum.  Very classy, I got to spend some time browsing the exhibits.  When I look at the items behind the glass, I find myself wondering where they have been; whose hands have they been through since their creator brought them into being.  It’s like my own little time trip, these items are so old; they’ve lasted so much longer then the hands that shaped/carved/pounded/chiseled.

Needless to say, it’s surreal to be surrounded by these artifacts, drifting through time… with the sounds of inebriated guests dancing the funky chicken setting the ambiance.