I’m not talking about zombies, although I do love them a lot.
I’m talking about those things that grow on you, those things that take on a life of their own. Those things that you have and wear and keep for a long time and when it comes time to retire them you’re not sure if you want to get rid of them or bronze them.
It’s pretty stupid, really. They are just things, after all. It is a solid reminder of the consumption-driven lives most of us lead. It is a symptom of a society that is becoming enamored of things and not people, of virtual relationships rather than actual relationships. It’s the purse you can’t part with, the iPod that finally charged one last time, the VCR that still plays but not well. In my case, it’s a pair of ASICS Fortitudes that have almost given up the ghost. They hug me in just the right way. They support me. They…
…are inanimate. And they will have to go soon.