Because that’s how you piece together the past, you know. By looking at what was found where, in relation to what.
I’m talking about my paperwork/bills/important records/rebate forms pile, of course. What did you think I was talking about?
There was a time I meant to be an archaeologist. Can you tell? I even know how to spell it.
No, it wasn’t because of Indiana Jones. Even when I was twelve I knew real-life archaeologists did not have those kind of adventures.
But getting back to my pile o’ paper–very dangerous. You go first.