Hard copy album

We have many of those. Laid. In a not so graceful dump of default, to be nagged at album title names, even.

Imagine if one had ones in hard copy. Folding and leafing through the polaroid photos. Taking them along, on one's travels. When one sees something new to take, one can just pocket it into the album. Flipping back to the old. The surreality of such weight on one's back. Feeling it getting heavier.