Overcome by Stuff

Besieged by junk.

 

I have too much stuff.

Everyone I know has too much stuff.

Society is about collecting stuff.

STUFF.

Shit.

Junk.

Things you don’t need.

Supposed TOYS to occupy our minds, to occupy our lives, to convince us that our lives are worth wasting away in a five by five foot cubicle for eight hours a day.

Selling our souls to the biggest sales.

Stuff.

I hate my stuff.

Today I fantasized about taking the tiny things –candle bits, old French cheese, notepads, leadless mechanical pencils- and putting them in a bag.

I’ll leave them on the back door of my apartment building, or just hand them to the homeless wheelchaired veteran who lives in the alley.

“Here, these objects are invaluable to me.  May they bring you joy”.