funeral for objects

They have been put away since I have lost affinity to them over several seasons, and like them, their memories have also been sitting and fading deep into storage. Remembering what they meant, and mean now, as they sit quietly in my hands, I realize the meaning they now hold reflects my ambivalent feelings towards them. They remind me of things very specific. They are the details of past preserved in their various forms. They are the concrete artifacts of my own history through which I revisit otherwise lost moments. And now, I am about to toss them in a basket amongst other things which hold no significant meaning to me… 

I have some emotional attachment to these ambiguous objects because their original meaning has transformed through time and use: letters, CD's, photographs and other miscellaneous objects from past relationships, old journals/sketchbooks, birthday cards and letters from friends, etc.

But there are unsettling feelings about choosing to let these objects become part of everyday garbage. Not being able to know what happens to these objects after leaving my hands makes brings uneasiness. So I will see to the end of these objects and pay respect to them by having a ritual of sort to say the final farewell to the past…