There are a lot of elderly folks, many of them widows and widowers, who live in my building.
Every winter, a parade of dumpsters end up alongside the building.
Vessels that port away the contents of the homes of those who’ve passed.
My apartment looks down on the spot where the dumpsters get dropped.
The image you are looking at replaces itself on a regular basis.
Precious items, keepsakes, valuable mementos, furniture, marvelous art all sent to landfill.
This is what’s left of someone’s life. Not the experiences, but the stuff.
Curious, what does this bring up for you?
What’s the take-away?
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