#a139 :: Mystery cap

I once had this foolish idea. I never acted on it, drug but it still sneaks into my head from time to time and pings on my hippocampus (the dream center) with a tinny little rhythm:

What if I counted every single object in the house? What if I catalogued every single book, sock, CD, grain of rice, child’s toy, piece of paper, tool, chair and can of deodorant? How many thousands (millions??) of objects would I wind up owning?

I’m not that crazy. Yet.

But stuff like this keeps piling up, and it gets thrown into a little drawer, and I think … if only I’d been counting all the time, I’d know how many of these enigmatic little chunks of hardware I own.