I've always held an admiration for people who are dedicated to their collections. Rows of perpetually smiling Beanie Babies in the corner of the room; porcelain figures that gleam in the window light; stacks of movie stubs dating to years past; postcards and stamps glued on cardstock pages; concert passes, vintage cameras or thrifted shoes. There is dedication in a group of beloved objects slowly accumulated. There is patience and timelessness. I've always ached for a collection, yearned for one to call my own. After various attempts, I concluded that collecting wasn't for me.
Turns out, I collect photographs, and I think that's really cool.