I guess it was in the early part of the new millenium that a paper shredder found its way to my realm. My brother, also as gay as the month of May who happens to be an anthropologist and a consultant of multinational entities sought the contraption to do away with confidential files . Being manual, I shared the chore of destroying reams of documents and when there was almost a mountain pile I found it rather interesting. I kept them in a box where for whatever reason , I'd grab a handful and start a bush fire [I was quite ignorant then of the Clean Air Act]; keep fragile gifts cushioned inside their boxes and even mix them with the kapok in my pillows.