The Science of Grief

Receipts, plastic cups, televisions that no longer function…

Sifting through the pieces of a life in broken fragments of products –
A permanent fossil record of plastic bits purchased at dollar store prices. The sum of what we will eventually be known for nothing more than a doll without eyes, soul banished to the toy graveyard. 

Cracked porcelain plates and falsely smiling pictures. How will we be remembered? By the way we survived our days or be the way we lived them?

A baying dog on the edge of night, the rustle of leaves, the screech of the wilderness held back by the manmade glow of permanent light and the items that refuse to decompose.

Now you are nothing more to me than a shadow, a wispy figure hugging the edges of darkness, a silhouette hidden in the debris of immortality.

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