Fattening

Collections and clutter are intertwined with each other. I hate the part of me that wants a complete set of something. If there are six, then six there must be. Less, by its very own nature, is incomplete. And it’s awfully consuming if you also have a brain that is compelled by order and an unbroken circle. Even though I strive for minimalism, I am still tempted to accrue mass amounts of things that will eventually be binned or sold off when I am dead.

So for what reason do we desire this stuff? Race ceramics, books, figures, and the like are the temple we build while alive but none of these possessions will accompany us to our tomb. I’m sure it’s easy to say we’re entombing ourselves while alive, etc., etc., but I think it’s more akin to building a nest. Like a magpie, ‘shiny’ things make for the better nests. But alas, my bedroom consists of a bed, a clothes rack and a single display cabinet that blocks off a cupboard. Well is the cupboard empty? No, it is filled with rare mass-produced items. Can you see this? It was only in print for one (1) year and now sells for ten (10) times it’s retail price in only the same number of years since it’s release! Think of the that, outpacing any market so if I hold on to it even longer!!

And that’s a struggle to deal with. If I could liquidate everything for however many thousands who wouldn’t? But these shiny things have specific nests that they’d rather be in. I have stopped adding to the nest which is a positive, yet such a blight on my ideal minimalism stains. But what does it really matter. Out of sight and out of mind. If someone finds it when I die, let it be the treasures of the tomb.