||Today I helped Bruce & Connie move some last things
from Mt. Baker to their new house in Seward Park.
Moving is epiphany. Suddenly you see stuff you'd
forgotten existed. Forgotten existed let alone which
you'd decided would become a part of you. Everything
you touch, read, or eat is now you. Some of it gets
carefully wrapped to be unpacked when and if you
reach your destination. Other stuff gets stuffed in bags
and brought to the dump where bulldozers
remains under their tracks as they try to gain traction.
This is less than one day's accumulation at one of two
waste transfer stations. Couch, chair, speaker,
towel. How much of it is truly garbage and how much
just those objects people have chosen to disown?