Junk
as a species, we seem obsessed with collecting junk
we've been doing so
ever since we stopped being mere hunter-gatherers
and started farming the land
we soon started collecting
broken spear tips and old bones to display in our huts
and other things that fueled our interest
and so, junk morphed into wealth
civilization
gave rise to manufacturing throw-away items
and yet, so few things were ever thrown away
we invented junk
these days
we have dedicated drawers and whole rooms
to our junk
and we're always willing to hoard even more
from whoopee cushions
to exercise equipment
we tend to
hang onto our junk
our consumerism culture
is fueled by an endless supply of junk
and we assign it value
based upon our emotional attachment to it
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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