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?