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| 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 grind the remains under their tracks as they try to gain traction. This is less than one day's accumulation at one of two seattle 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? |
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