I have a hard time writing that sentence. I read sometimes that should ocean acidification continue unabated we will not have shells in the future. But I often take them from restaurants when others order them. I don't often take shells from beaches or the sea. The muscle shell is from a dinner- my father was there. I wore this for not a month, and while washing dishes I leaned over and it caught on the rack and broke again. The way they repaired it was to melt the two ends back together, and there was a little blob of solid gold where the mending was done.
It was broken, as happens easily with thin long chains- especially of soft metals like gold. The gold necklace was a thin long lovely chain of my mothers, that likely was her mothers. Unfortunately, I changed bags before heading to meet you and left the sharpie at home, so we just placed a pen in the photograph- this disappointed me quite a bit, but reinforced my desire not to be overly attached to objects, or to be acutely aware of that attachment. I had been holding onto it for sometime, I had thought to write something about it with a photograph on Facebook, but I almost never do that so it just sat on my bureau. I somehow wanted to commemorate this sharpie, that had likely been manufactured a decade or more before. How often do you use a pen until it runs out? without loosing or destroying it. To use a product till the end of its use life. This feels somehow like a solemn event in this day and age. I picked out this sharpie because I had used it all up. Which is better for recycling but, because its a change- (this change occurred somewhere between 2000- and 2006) -those old ones seem more "nostalgic". Now sharpie makes them cast entirely in plastic. The things I gathered that morning when you asked me, where a light pinkish orange micro sharpie, the sort with the old metal part that clipped onto your shirt. Nor does he spend time trying to understand what "away" might possible be in a world that operates more like a closed system, than a isolated object. He has no trouble throwing anything "away". I decided I would marry someone who is more organized than I am, to the point of the opposite problem. I thus worry about hoarding, and try not to obtain too many objects in the first place. That small act usually incurs some sort of stress for me. As much a I sometimes love beautiful things, and even though I am a maker of things- I try to consider and distance my attachment to objects.