Ephemera

Postcards rarely arrive alone. They come tucked inside envelopes with train tickets, folded up next to theatre programmes, or slipped between the pages of an album with a luggage label from a long-closed hotel.

This cabinet is where those other small survivals land - the paper objects that would have been thrown away the following morning, and yet somehow weren't. Each one has been photographed, identified as best I can, transcribed, placed briefly in its time, and given an indicative value.