The Sticker collector
He had collected them, since being a kid—things which adhered to many surfaces, interested him.
As a child he had mapped his doors with stickers. To enter into his young domain, was to see a visual tale of everywhere he had ever been.
And even then, in the small neighborhood, he was well traveled.
He knew each cat, each dog, each lamppost, each tree-all by name. Some of which, he himself had named.
He perceived himself as a namer of things. But also a collector. But why he had gotten obsessed with stickers, was a mystery even to him.
Was it the instantness of placement? That is that you can stick and sticker nearly anywhere, and have an instant sign or symbol. Or was it that they were so portable before they found their permanent home. Or was it that you can do so much with so little. Regardless, stickers and magnets had always fascinated him.
Why things stick together-why marriages or families have that invisible, unspoken glue between them all. That’s what he figured at least, about why he had become a sticker collector.