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

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So Me

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I didn’t get done all the things I wanted to get done today cuz I was too busy doing all the other things on my list. You know how it is. Right after some errands and my very late breakfast, I kinda stood frozen for a moment of ‘which way do I go?’ Anxiety in the dullest sense. I took some materials outside to write, and that proved too hot. So instead I came inside and finally made headway on moving furniture; because lifting heavy objects (dragging a chaise lounge) none of this is obviously heat inducing. With furniture in different rooms, I had to rearrange art. I had to move one of my heavy mirrors I’d actually paid a … Read More

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