On paper we record history for keeps. On phone we ignore some ignorant tweets. As a noun I helped society remember its prime. As a verb I am often seen as a waste of time.

When I’m too hot I wear a jacket; when you’re too cold I warm your hands. I leave pale halos where I linger, then vanish at the rinse. They call me a face, though I am not one.

I look at you You look at me Yet, we both look at you. What am i?

I have a red berries, but I do not have a moral compass. I am often seen in Homes or on trees.

There's a tool that can only be grown Though we've seen it transformed into stone It's most useful for sleeping And ye olde record keeping And quite a bit lighter than bone