I love antiques. I don't collect them but love all sorts of archival goods. It's like a time machine to take one back to an unknown era; puts one in touch with history.
There was an antique tin can which I saw the other day at the barber shop. It was sitting on top of the edge of wall shelf near the ceiling and it looked old enough to be called antique. I couldn't get close enough to see the details of the can but it had some wording and a faded image. As I stared at the thing, I was able to make out what seemed to be a drawn, close-up, image of a toddler. The first thing that came to my mind was, "was this a candy box? Or toy box?" Then I thought, "how did it look back then, when this container came to market, brand new? How did one come up with the idea or the design of this product?"
Then I thought maybe this thing must have belonged to a problem-child; a cantankerous, utterly disobedient child, that the mother had to place his (or her) favorite candy box up on the edge of near the ceiling to teach a child a lesson. Occasionally when he (or she) behaved, the mother would use the ladder to reach its contents, to give the child candy as a reward.
I love antiques.
-Yukio Kevin Iraha