a system of objects

I feel as though I am drowned in a flood of objects

my room the tomb of a great pharaoh, I am buried here
among my board games in boxes
stacked like bones to the ceiling
my shelf lined with plastic robots
piles of clothes

books and comics

every surface covered

I feel like I am swimming in all this
how did I become such a creature of things?

a magnet
thing begets next thing
begets next thing ad infinitum

a phone begets a computer
begets a headset
begets a set of speakers
a DVD player
a screen
a remote
and wires everywhere

I feel inundated
truly inundated

every object tells its story

a little obsessive story

about a thought

that turned into a drive

that turned into a must have

now it is landed here

an alien

consumed into the tomb unit

every object

whispers a number

some abstract calculation of what it thinks its worth to me

a system of objects

a lifeless society of the inanimate

am I their inmate
or their lord?

as I lord over all these things

I wonder what is missing?

what else do I need...

the endless wonder...

the endless need...

like a spider
I make a web of plastic and paper
I catch things in a web of things
then I make an empty meal of all my things
I regurgitate them back into their boring places

a mummy in a tomb

in a world of mummies in tombs