»In which I accumulate

After several years of living in the same apartment, I have some ad-hoc collections. Not the sort of collections that will lead to a museum, but the sort that come from a nervous disinclination to throw out items that may someday be useful.
Some items accumulate synergistically: the empty whisky tubes fill with wine corks; the plastic tubs (mostly from Tom's Peasant Pies, and those in turn from the time when kozmo ran rampant through San Francisco) fill with twist-ties and other grocer's miscellania.
I also found a wax-paper envelope stuffed with colourful transit receipts and passes from various parts of Spain. I long ago abandoned my MUNI transfer journal ("There's a story in every trip on MUNI!"); perhaps I had retained these for some grand scheme of a worldwide transit card journal?

In a bundle of more than a dozen large cylinders (tubo, in Castilian, as I learned when scrambling about the Barrí Gotic on the last day of a trip to Barcelona, hoping to protect the majestic city maps I had obtained from the government bookstore. I still have not framed the maps; they remain in their tube, three trips later), I finally uncovered the laminated Tintin posters I bought at Camden Lock Market. I have been thinking about these off and on for the past several years, and have indeed bought new Tintin posters — and have even framed and hung them! An inspiring poster from the otherwise disappointing National Maritime Museum hangs in the stairwell. A couple of smaller prints hang around the apartment. Of this collection of tubes, fewer than half actually contained anything.