Stuff

I was just listening to this week's This American Life podcast. The last little bit was the guy reading an inventory of stuff that abandoned the original purpose only to find a more permanent place.

Some of it was nice. Some sad. Some perplexing.

And it got me to thinking.

Everything we come into contact with has a story. You might not know the story. But everything comes from somewhere. I know that the Mac I'm using to write this blog was owned by a photographer. But what before that? It boggles the mind.