Over the weekend I was searching for some pieces for a birdbath. I meandered through all the aisles and I was feeling overwhelmed by the amount of items on the shelves. Decorations, toys, bowls, and furniture for every occasion and state of mind, as far as you could see.
There were many interesting pieces – but would they fit in my home? Would they bring me happiness? When will we have it all? The more I pondered these questions, the less intrigued I had become. I started to feel nauseous, the carousel of others laughing and showing their friends their finds and overcome by the overwhelming amount of plastic things.
These items were hollow. No soul. Molded on the production floor from an exhausted worker on an assembly line. My enjoyment is someone else’s hardship. The colorful things started to lose their luster. The world started to turn grey.
I didn’t need any of this stuff.
I left.