06/02/2023
“How’d you come up with the name”? As opposed to “why the name?”, which is a story for another time. My son who I shall hence forth call No.2, is part of an amazing little group of solid friends. They struck up a strong union while No.2 was going through a really tricky time and they’ve been unwavering ever since. I’m so impressed with how kind, accepting and supportive they are. That’s how we want our boys to grow up, right?
The Memory Box was something No.2 and his friends would draw during their breaks in primary school. They were these weird, creative collaborations involving rockets, helicopters, explosives and dismembered bodies. It was a crazy kind of metaphor for this collective space of connected thought. So I stole the name and No.2 and co. are still waiting for royalties.