I like old things. I like their dusty surfaces and the stringy, sticky cobwebs that hide in their corners. I like their tattered boxes and the squeak of their rusty mechanical parts. I like their long forgotten writing and their dirty smudges that won’t come off no matter how much time you spend cleaning it.
But most of all, I like the many stories that old things possess. The only story a shiny, new, untainted object is one of manufacturing and mass production. However, old things carry with them signs of life, of a rich history consisting of being loved and used and then lost and forgotten. The stories aren’t always happy but they are guaranteed to be interesting and eye-opening. Old things offer memories of a younger time, a different perspective on the ordinary tasks of daily life.
Old things are stories embodied, and that’s why I like them so much.
P.S. Do you share my love of old things? Or do you prefer things new and clean? Let me know in the comments section below, or tweet me @Nutfreenerd.