Memento Mori
Sunday afternoon: (freshly unified) council recycling point. (Family estate) cars cluster –household waste only. Can’t actually recycle. Don’t think too hard about the garbage mountain: final resting place. Vehicles gape – last stage decluttering. Pitch the cracked mirror into the skip where it teeters on the roof of a derelict toy-car garage. Rug unfurls. CD storage unit delaminated by rain, or other persistent moisture. Dead-eyed bedside lamp. Uninhabited hamster cage. Damp-bottomed boxes sag, weary with photos of people no one remembers. Satisfying crump of contained smashing. The splints and odd screws linger in your car, persistent evidence of a Moving On.
