The Devil is in February
That time of the year again, combing through the previous year's receipts as I get my documents in order for taxes. Reducing a year to an assemblage of receipts. Remembering a year through its collection of receipts.
Memories, inevitably, come back as I weed through all these little pieces of paper.
"This was the year and this is what it cost me."
But putting things in order can help to put them to rest.