40 years old.
In front of me is a plastic fish bowl with an assortment of real and fake jewelry, bracelts, rings, earrings, chains, spare change, tickets from old movies, scraps of paper that have lost meaning to me, and a giant yellow plastic cup of water. Also some batteries, which… may or may not have some signifigance at this point in my life. Or maybe it doesn’t, maybe this whole thing’s a giant crock of weird parts that never really figured out a way to succeed as others view success.
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On the second sheld are two stoarge spaces, the first has a half charged 4k camera with ten hours of random footage on it, an old receipt from three years ago thats three feet long but with only one item listed, an old half functioning 500GB hard drive for a box pc bought in the early 2000s, and a set of tarot cards each which has been sticked with the upright and reverse keywords, each lamentated, though for the three of swords and king of pentacles, the lamination has all but fallen off, the set is in a taped together box which the cardss originally came in.
The next storage space has a charging case for thep air of sech evo earbuds, pea soup green, that I’m currently using to listen to lofi beats streamed from youtube. Nehind that are two wireless controllers for the nintendo switch that has 25 games on it including skyrim, smash brothers ultimate, MK12, and for some reason, the 3ps squid game thing with the paint. next to that is a dead cellphone battery for a model that’s out of production but I’m pretty sure I has stuffed in a drawer somewhere. There’s a half eaten dog biscuit that I’ve been working my way through over the past week or so, and behind that is a fancy head lamp that I use to find my pain in the ass dog.
These details are unimportant, but at the same time, they are. These are just small bits and pieces of random things, some of which I use to make money, and others to occassionally record a small video when I have the time for it. I have, for the better part of my 40 years, collected these items and more, seemingly innocuos to others, but for me, they hold some level of importance.
We are all collectors of the mundane to others, but to us, they hold immense weight and memories.
