I stare into the void in my poor beggar’s life. I blink once twice and the third shoots me in the head with light. As i look up a mechanical being walks past hissing and clanking engraving the ground as it strides. I forget the world I live in and then remember it all at once. A world where donations only go to the rich and wider pavements for the poor.
The light hits me in the thoughts once again. From this point onwards I have no void. I have purpose. I, now upright am ready for my test. I observe the two enforcers on my left as they compute their surroundings in their cold minds. Eyes dead as dust. I look ahead at the upper city and my path is set. I run. The wind has become me as I rocket myself past everyone. I hear the bleeps of the enforcers but carry on, because now I can make a difference. Now I can change things.
Here it is, the start of the Memorable Memorabilia of moi. And it begins with my most prized possession. This is in fact the first issue of Superman ever released in the New York Post newspaper dated Monday July 10th 1939.
My story of this begins many years ago when i first found my love for Superman and the Superman franchise. Sometimes when we are children we have the need for something to look up to, something to give us hope, something to tell us that we are going to make it and when we do, we are going to make sure the people around us also do. My past wasn’t a good one. It was filled with peril, pain and a little bit of happiness here and there to make it all seem…somewhat balanced. I needed something to grasp on to and help propel me towards the might of the sky. And so i chose my favourite character in everything i read and watched… Superman. He became my father figure, my guiding light and my way of life. To be good, to help people and to become strong enough to fight head on the perils i once fought with my shivering soul. Thus began an ever growing love for this franchise… and my superhero complex.
I went through a difficult point in life a few years ago and i chose to buy things, many things. I chose to collect things of great value that i liked, be it from film, books and music. Then i realised that i was buying to make the metaphoric hellish pit i live in, a better place. But even if such a thing exists, you can’t make a hellish pit better, it’s hellish. And so i bought my last piece. It had to be something big and of great value to me and so i bought this. Thus ended my purchasing spree to empty pockets. When i purchased it from a far of distant organisation linked to Washington DC, it arrived about a week after. It is such a brittle piece that even a touch can make parts of it crumble, so i immediately had it put into a protective sleeve and sealed into a frame.
So what to do now? Would i sell it? Maybe. Life has changed and is ever changing. I will keep it well preserved and packed until either i have a home with a dedicated memorabilia room, maybe have it on one of my walls, or i sell it and thus Superman helps me once again to pave a better future with enough money to start the purchase of a house. Perhaps. We shall only see.