“You spend your entire life plotting and scheming to acquire more and more possessions, until your living areas are bursting with useless junk. Then you die, your relatives sell everything and start the cycle all over again.” – Odo (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Q-Less)
I went to my first estate sale; it was really weird going to a stranger’s house – especially when they’re recently deceased – and going through their stuff like vultures (and, admittedly, taking photos of everything too). A lifetime spent acquiring these things, and now they’re all covered in price stickers and up for grabs.
I tried to piece together what this person’s life was like and who they were.
The first thing I noticed were all the ducks.
SO many ducks.
I thought. “Cute, he liked ducks like I like chickens.”
Then I realized – oh, he liked HUNTING ducks.
The best way to get to know someone is by looking at their movie collection.
I think he liked beer. A lot.
I got to the point where I just didn’t want to be there anymore, so I left empty-handed.
I feel like you and I live in the same city. This is like every rummage/garage sale in the area down to the beer cans and man cave stuff.
I’m disappointed you didn’t buy that cat picture!