I was working for the national census last summer, opening envelopes and scanning forms. There’s all kinds of ridiculous objects mailed in to the census, cause lots of folk just don’t want to do it. One day I opened an envelope and where there should be a filled-out form, there’s just this notecard with “92 years old and blind” written on it– no name, region or anything. This is what this person felt was most essential to know. I thought it was the most blunt, personal description I’ve ever heard, and strangely intimate. It was completely untraceable so I kept it as a reminder of how good life is.