Part-way through this semester, my professor handed me a large stack of official-looking papers relating to an ethics consultation with a CLSC here in Montréal. He indicated that the papers should be shredded when I was done with them, since their contents were sensitive.
It felt good to put them through the shredder. I think it might be the finality of the act. There is a satisfying noise that the machine makes as it takes all the meaning out of the paper that you feed into it.
It’s magical really: Pages and pages of meaningful information go in one side, and then strips meaningless paper come out the other end.
By the way, I only have one paper left, and I have a pretty good idea of what I’m writing too.
