dead man

going by an estate sale. owner of a house has died in a biking wreck the day before embarking with his son on a tour of Italy, family took what they wanted, then contracted with an estate agent to sell the rest (overheard in the garage). basically the detailed contents of the guys life. people rummaging through each room, price tags on many items, others just piled in boxes. clothing, toiletries, books, videos, Christmas ornaments, everything. that’s it. you can’t take it with you becomes a flashing neon motto in my brain. and dreams of the night circulate around a house filled with THINGS. going back the next day, half rifled through, prices dropping, stuff and more stuff. books, especially.