Easy Come, Easy Go

BrockaTechnology, Work1 Comment

There was a lineup of legal envelopes, each filled with a precise amount of cash. The envelopes were labeled on the outside with how the money was being used, whether general bills or an upcoming extracurricular activity. This filing system was how my mother budgeted. Checks were rarely deposited into the bank where they’d be left to exist as an ephemeral number to remember and work with, but cashed and handled tangibly so as to visually itemize and account for things. During this time, before my mother actually started working for a bank -ironically enough, she would take any extra cash, the individual bills of tens and twenties, and fold them up to tuck away into different wallets or pockets of … Read More

BrockaEasy Come, Easy Go

The Weight of Our Stuff

BrockaArt, Technology1 Comment

I have no desire to go inside. I can sense the smell, a mixture of funeral parlor and the powdery perfume of an old lady. Antique Malls have a way of selling decay. These items are what generally remains of people’s lives, long dead. Estates cleared out. Yet the musty residue lingers, and I can picture the dust billowing up around me if I were to sit on the furniture with any enthusiasm. How many sets of shoes have already walked across these faded, disintegrating rugs with frayed fringe?   I have not made it through adulthood immune ‘to antiquing,’ though. To strip and sand furniture, to repurpose or refurbish some old thing to shiny and new again is a meditative … Read More

BrockaThe Weight of Our Stuff