Category: Thoughts on objects (Page 1 of 5)

Fleeting existence, nonetheless essential.

As I watch you pop bubble by bubble, you and me share a special moment. We have come a long way, each of us finding our own respective ways to meet now. In indulgence we will always be connected, you bitter – me sweet. Or is the other way around?

I have a first sip. My facial hair is covered by you. I don’t care. Proudly I wear you – a sign of respect, of a certain level of drooling savageness and most importantly, love. Slurping and sounds that signify that my longing for this moment has stopped.

I entertain that thought of having more. I am.

Tiny bubbles pop, what a beautiful way to die for entrapped gases. I have some more. I see you slowly vanishing, the thick layer that protected the gold nectar has succumbed to my desire for more. I am a violent god.

I see the bottom coming closer. Our journey will end. I see you reduced to bits. Respectfully, I acknowledge you have given it your all. Protector of desires. Byproduct but nonetheless a secret champion. I respect you.

Another?

Absolutely.

Many great people have been blessed by the beloved free-flowing nature of her ancestors. Always a servant, never to complain. In the shadow, most of time time. Present, when needed.

Peace treaties were signed, love letters from the great romantics were written and sent all over the globe to engrave them into the annals of humanity. Death and destruction followed after her ancestors were used, the servant also functions in the wrong hands. Such is life at high courts.

And yet, she longs for her own history, one that she can never tell about. Only to keep in her heart, the refillable chamber of liquid memories to be made. Pressure is immense but mankind has taken to digital solutions. Time has passed by her profession, her reason of being. Vanished.

She is beautiful. A perfect black gloss covers her, golden in the few places. To show her heritage, her lineage and the proud nature of her being. Not tacky, dignified and luxurious. Her finish is soft to touch, warm and heavy. She displays longevity in the face of accelerating development and change. All part are perfectly aligned, fitting to the last inch. Not a single wiggle, no room for mistakes. She is ready for history. A queen ready to meet her destiny.

And so I humbly take another sheet of paper, as heavy as I can afford, place it onto the writing pad. I look at the queen and feel her heaviness in my palm. I won’t make history today, no matter how hard I will try. Yet she serves, as so many of her lineage before. Humble, yet dignified.

„My dear friend, this letter…“

In winter I am withdrawn from the happenings of this world. I slumber in what resembles a chilling eternity.

I contemplate on what feel just like yesterday that wind was flowing and I managed to grow beyond my former self. Learning things along the way and greeting my neighbours with a small wave. We are a taciturn community but sometimes, when you listen closely, you can hear us say hello.

I think within the last decades we have become somewhat of an important feature on earth. Which is honestly surprising, seeing that we never talk (except for this maybe). It is even more astonishing, that we are being respected even though we sleep for half a year. Who can be that lazy and still be adored?

I have a lot of time these days, it’s cold outside and I don’t have anything to do. Recuperate maybe. But what’s there to recover if you still have the energy of youth? Blessed with the curse of restlessness.

My outer layers is your canvas right now. I can’t talk but I will judge you. You’re violating my bark for love? Acceptable only when it lasts, otherwise I’ll come back at you. Slapping your window in the night. Or maybe I’ll tell someone to slap it for me. Making you trip over roots. There’s many ways I can reach you.

So better make that bond last.

For this, I am happy to give my bark. I’ll see you in summer, I’ll be prettier. With leaves and all.

I have had many jobs over the years.

I made cowboys seem cool and cleaned teeth. Ubiquitous in streetfood places basically anywhere you can imagine. I should be out of fashion but I can’t seem to be replaced. Have you ever bought one of me or any of my comrades? I guessed so. Let me tell you why.

You see, we are an army. Our barracks are plastic containers and wrappers. We are never alone, our forces stretch all over the globe. Who needs an army this big and covert you might ask. We are basically policing and making sure that everything stays as it should be and you left it before closing your eyes.

Have you ever wondered why so many animals living in your close proximity are cautious of their movements, hiding and scheming? In their elitist mindset humans think it is because they are scared. They are not. Humans are lazy and slow. They are dangerous through their tools only. Without them, they are just stumbling across the globe on two legs. So who keeps the animals in line? Who is making sure that doors are locked when they should be? Who can pierce and block, who can form a bridge, work as a single elite soldiers as well as in a massive formation?

It’s us. We don’t just pick teeth. We pick locks, we block, we lift. We also pierce, as a last resort. You see, you have deemed us as your tool. But who puts us down in strategic locations, together as a bundle of 50 or even 100 soldiers? It is the human. And we thank you, that is why we return.

So put a little effort into appreciating the toothpick. We will take care of the rest. Just think about what is picking your teeth and on which mission that pick might have been last night. If your lucky, they were off duty.

My name is Colin and I am a coin. No one introduces themselves on this vast space that our host P.S. calls a takeout stall. Well, I am taken, out and in. I am being exchanged, traded, even used as a judge.

Throw me in the air, I will show you which path to follow in a universe of endless possibilities. Just by landing on one side, you will have your answer within seconds. How do I do it? You wouldn’t understand.

I have excited for centuries. I have seen all forms life can take. Yet, what I am most curious about is the arrogance of the individual handling me.

I laugh at your egoistic attitude that your throw could alter my complex inner workings, deciding your next step. I laugh at you calling me a medium to transfer goods from one person to another. I smile, together with my colleagues, at your mere understanding of the potential that we bear.

I enable, I conquer. I am your genie, if you just rub me enough.

I am so much more than the materials I am made from, can you say the same about yourself? I take pride in the fact that I can be measured, I know my strength and my limit. I am in the present…. Can you hear me?

He looks closer at the coin.

“Can I help you with anything?”, the store clerk asks.

“I am not sure yet….

….the options are endless.”, he answers, “I’ll have one of the usual and one of the new!”

– “What’s the new?”, the clerk asks.

“Just a moment.”

He takes the coin, looks at it, the coin winks back. He throws it up and both he and the clerk watch it spin in the air.