The End of Man

Avondale Markets, Auckland 2011 (Photo Credit: Christian Espinoza)

The man who cluttered his life.

He filled his home with stuff. He filled his mind with stuff.

Collections and catalogues worthy of a museum, adorned the walls of his house. His bathroom a shrine to newspapers of old, and his kitchen a mecca of plates and bowls but no food.

Soon the cracks began to form and the man would slip though those cracks. The mountain would to erode, and like a smashed piñata exploding its insides, the man became no more than a broken, empty shell.

To look at him was to look through him.

He was lost in his home with all of his stuff.

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