When I moved from Nashville to Boston in 2009, I finally had to trade in my California license plates. I kept the California plates. Maybe I was supposed to send them back? A year later I moved to New York and sold my car and added the Massachusetts plates to the California ones. They sit in a pile of my old driving refuse – random small maps, big driving atlases, a converter that connects your ipod through a radio signal. That thing only worked sort of well. I’m not really sure what to do with these license plates. I can’t bring myself to throw them away but I also don’t care quite enough to turn them into bird feeders or mailboxes or other such function conversions that some people seem to take on. Maybe it is just a matter of time.
— hand delivered in NYC