A day trip to Hastings nosing around the antique and bric-a-brac shops of the old town, re-focussed my thoughts to the meaning of 'things' and the memories they provoke whether for the owner or the on-looker.
Memories for me; as I assume for most, are my way of making sense of this world - who am I? where do I belong? who did this belong to? what did it mean to them? I guess the trip away provided the thinking space I needed to confirm my feelings and sense of importance I put on objects. Although I would by no means call myself a collector or worse still hoarder of 'things'; I have an unusually strong, I think, sense of attachment to certain 'things'.
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