If I were putting together a time capsule, mine would probably look less like a carefully curated museum exhibit and more like the remains of a very confused writer-priest from a forgotten age.
I’d definitely include my computer, even though future archaeologists would probably stare at it the same way we stare at mysterious ancient artifacts and ask, “What was this used for?” Inside would be thousands of pages of stories, unfinished novels, notes, and random ideas that made perfect sense to me at three in the morning.
I’d throw in a few of my favorite books too. Not just because I love them, but because books are pieces of a person’s soul. Long after we’re gone, our thoughts can still speak through the pages.
My Star Wars collection would have to make the cut as well. Imagine someone centuries from now discovering lightsabers, action figures, and starships, then trying to determine whether Darth Vader was a historical figure, a god, or some kind of ancient warrior king.
And of course, I’d include a few of my grimoires. Future historians would either think they belonged to a mystic, a scholar, or someone who spent way too much time collecting strange knowledge. Either way, they’d probably come up with some wild theories.
In the end, my time capsule would be a strange mix of technology, stories, mythology, imagination, and personal treasures—a snapshot of who I was and the worlds I loved. Whether future generations understood any of it is another question entirely.
Now I’m wondering… what object from your life would completely confuse someone a thousand years from now?
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Now I’m picturing future archaeologists discovering a box full of Star Wars memorabilia and writing entire research papers about the Cult of Darth Vader. 😂 I loved the mix of books, stories, mythology, and personal treasures. Definitely a time capsule I’d want to discover.
Lmfao. Thank you for the kind words. I truly appreciate it.
I’ve never EVER actually thought about what I would put in a time capsule. Obviously, a piano will not fit. My favorite sheet music would, I suppose. Needles and threads, too, I would think, too, for all the sewing and embroidery I’ve done. How to capture a full life in things and ephemera is a bit beyond my tired brain this morning, but I will have to give it thought.
It’s kind of funny how “what would I save from my whole life?” can feel like such a simple question until you actually try to answer it. The piano idea makes me laugh a little too—like, if only time capsules came with extra storage space for the impractical but meaningful things.
Your choices already say a lot, though. The sheet music and sewing supplies aren’t just objects; they’re tied to skill, memory, and the way you’ve spent your time creating things. Even if it feels hard to condense a full life into a few items, maybe that’s the point—it’s less about getting it perfect and more about capturing small pieces that still “sound” like you when someone opens it years later.