In the future, I thought, people will be able to get a picture of the place I live.
They wil get a bigger picture of the way I lived when all the photographs will be combined.
Computers will transform it to a new reality.
Old reality, that is. Because I won’t be there anymore.
Nor the things that surround me.
For what use?
I don’t know.
But does it matter that I don’t know?
Does it matter that this garbagebag was blue and the dustpan & brush were red?