The Life of Objects
A Theory of Phases
Moving makes you reassess your possessions. This is an important and somewhat traumatic experience. Taken out of context—rugs rolled up, art off the walls, collections boxed—everything loses its familiarity and meaning. In a new space you decide how much you want to re-create the old feeling. Some rugs don’t make the cut, some books are donated, some collections consolidated. Even though it’s been almost a year since we moved, I’m still thinking about the life of objects.
Good things should last—I’m a serial elbow-patcher and shoe re-soler. It’s also true that there’s a time when certain things should be left behind. This is hard because they represent a phase in your life and you don’t want to accept that phase is over. Namely your youth.