Sitting in a corner of the living room, ripping up a full box of bank account statements, direct deposit statements and other ephemera from 1999, Bronwyn dreamed of a place where all such things could be placed in a drawer, easily referenced and thrown out once their usefulness had passed.

Better: they magically disappear once their usefulness has passed, so you don’t even have to look at them one final time.

Getting Things Done blogs wax poetic about the beauty of scanning all your documents and turning them into PDFs, but I wonder. Such activity requires the same attention span that consistently fails me at the prospect of dropping the hard-copy documents into files.

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