Today I removed all the used tickets from my wallet. Adventures going back almost three years: train tickets to Newport, Devon and Cambridge; tram passes from The Hague or Geneva; sky-train tickets and bus stubs from Vancouver; countless underground tickets from London, Paris and Madrid. Some have memories, some are just pieces of paper. Nestled between two was a passport photo I'd forgotten I still carried with me. I scooped them all out and into a wooden box, my tiny little coffin of memories to dig up again whenever I choose. Amazing how much lighter my wallet feels without them.