Lost In The Shed
Lost in the Shed Several years ago, I was at my sister’s home back in Texas. I was down from college for fall break, and like most trips home, I somehow found myself helping with projects around the house. At some point during the day, we made our way out to her shed to clean out a section and make room for a few more things. Which, when you really think about it, is deeply counterintuitive. We were moving junk out of the way so we could make room to stack more junk. But that is how humanity tends to work. We pack things away for some distant future version of ourselves who might need it. We keep the box. We keep the cord that goes to nothing. We keep the broken thing we swear we are going to fix one day. We build little monuments to “just in case” and then forget what we buried underneath them. So there we were, playing some strange paradoxical game of Tetris mixed with an extreme version of Jenga, shifting boxes, dragging bins, moving one thing so we could get to another. ...
