Totems

Chris's pockets are never empty. Perhaps it is a trait only men share. I remember reading Outlander and how Jamie had a seemingly random assortment of things which he kept in his sporran at all times, and how Claire found it endearing. I suppose I feel the same way, now that I've come to experience it. Chris frequently travels about with a vast assortment of things including, but not limited to, one or more sonic screwdrivers, a small notebook, various pens, tiny action figures, transformers, chess pieces, multi-sided die, smooth stones, strange little sculptures, various tools, whatever book he happens to be reading, pocket watches, pocket knives, zippo lighters (usually without fuel), and small, plastic gems. Upon arriving at our hotel in Aiken, he emptied his pockets onto the dresser top, and suddenly the room felt just like home. It was littered with his tiny little reminders, the smallest pieces of his life. Individually, they meant nothing of importance. But, together, they spoke volumes about the kind of man he is. I wonder, sometimes, if he carries them to remind himself who he is.