My partner would write ridiculous descriptions of services under the For line. Record shows they paid $650 for 100 kisses. In actuality, the check was used to place a deposit on a studio apartment in Philadelphia. It was the first time we ever lived together. Fast forward to now: we have gone separate ways, but thanks to the advancement of mobile bank deposit and having forgotten to destroy the check, it’s still intact and in my possession. It now acts as a souvenir, an ancient artifact, and a reminder of my time with an ex-lover. I want my Philadelphia Story to archive this object that recorded my experience in sharing my life and space with someone I loved deeply, and all the crazy shit we went through that year.