A Condensation Ring on the Desk

Dear Delyara, I set my cold water bottle down on a stack of old delivery manifests today, and it left a perfect, dark ring that warped the cheap paper into a series of miniature hills. Looking at it later, after the water had evaporated, the text underneath was blurred and unreadable. A whole line of tracking numbers completely wiped out by an hour of sweat from a plastic bottle. Our records are so fragile, easily ruined by the simplest physical oversight. It made me think about how much of our lives we try to document, only for the most mundane things to come along and smudge the ink until the story is gone.