![]() Oh, it’s art all right, the very darkest of arts. ![]() It bugs me how these people regard themselves as “creatives”, as if they write plays or novels or grace lighted stages and silver screens. Advertising people, pushing at the open door of our acquisitive instincts, dedicate their lives to fooling us into acquiring more of it. But what I will be able to do is leave it to my children to bump up the percentage of stuff useless to them that they own. At this point the percentage of stuff I own that is useless to me will stand at a nice round 100, because, of course, I won’t be able to take it with me. I suppose that as I get older the 70% figure will grow and grow until the morning of the day I shuffle off this mortal coil. Items big and small that presumably felt essential the day I bought them but turned out to be quite the opposite. ![]() Clothes I’ll never wear, books I’ll never read, kitchen utensils I’ll never utilise. Some of it is stuff I really need or that is at least genuinely nice to have, but a good 70% is useless stuff. He was startled to get a sharp response: “If you really care, then don’t come to me asking which wood to use ask yourself if you really need a new kitchen.” Point taken, but not much acted upon, by him, me or anyone else I’ve come across. He asked an expert he knew from his work in woodland conservation what wood his new kitchen should be built with. A ges ago, an old friend who was an early adopter of environmental concerns wanted a new kitchen.
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