Garage sales, the same shit over and over again, old cameras, another maul, another old phone, these are all just tools - symbols, markers of my interior life; a phone: communication - through time and space; a camera: memory, records; the maul: history - sometimes mine; fountain pens: writing, expression, vanity; art supplies - the same; clocks, watches: time - the brevity of life; skulls, antlers, watches, trophies: memento-mori, vanity; music boxes: love, romance, ideals; puppets: expression, drama, the human condition, your own condition, made accessible to others; Rulers, Telescopes, Microscopes, Scientific Instruments: the attempts to order, understand, classify, measure; Postage Stamps: art, communication; Dolls: love; broken dolls: neglect - coin for mixed media, artworks; Candlesticks: history, illumination; fishing gear: sustenance, relaxation, ... I could go on endlessly.
But I've noticed, in the absence of possessions (everything being squirreled away in the locker) that I am again re-acquiring the same-old, same-old shit. I can't seem to leave it behind. OK, I'm acquiring it at prices that allow for a good margin of profit - always, it's never a "I have to have this..." situation, but it reinforces how much of my life is lived unconsciously, drawn towards the same ideas, expressions, much like breathing, smoking, drinking, it's it's own bad habit, a circular pattern of thought.
Some of it is cultural, there is only so much that can be acquired, understood, within our culture, for some other curiosities for my wonder-cabinet I'll need to source further afield, a field trip to do some Thames digging, or Bangkok - India -Nepal - for more varied religious kitsch, I'll need to top up the Paypal, acquire some bitcoins, ethereums, cryptocurrencies for my more outlandish tastes, but I seem to have fallen into a rather predictable pattern...