The Language of Things – You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?
Usually I’m pretty smart, but I wasn’t at all sure what this meant. So I had to read Anglo-Swiss’s – I, Me, and Myself to get a handle on what this was supposed to mean.
So it’s sort of about things that define our relationship with someone else? Like maybe how our bed defines my relationship with my husband? It doesn’t define anything except that we are of a certain age and comfort counts. We are past the point where things are critical in our relationship. Come to think of it, we were never about things. Things are tools, toys. Fun or necessary.
If I were a hired assassin, maybe I would have a very special high-powered sniper rifle and it would be my best buddy. If I killed people with it, that would certainly impact our relationship … perhaps even define it. But I’m a writer. I kill with words.
Or I could be a serial killer and own a great big bloody knife. Cool. How about a cereal killer? I would then need my own special spoon!
Does my computer define me? I’m happy with this computer. And I have a bunch of cameras that I love, though there’s always room in my world for one more camera and an extra lens or two … but I don’t think this stuff defines me. It enables me. I get to write, post, take pictures, edit them because I have tools that make it possible.
I’m not defined or described by objects. I doubt most people are. I hope not. It doesn’t sound like a good way to be. I can’t think of any relationship I’ve got with a person that’s defined — or shaped — by anything tangible.
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