Esate Sales

Estate sales are weirdly liminal to me. Waking around some one’s house and looking at all there stuff with price tags on it.

Old relics of their past life and cans of food that they once bought and planned to eat.

A little strange to think that after I die my love ones will let random people into my home and bargain for my old vinyls and suitcases.

But then I think “what else are they going to do with all my crap”

And thinking that some guy in the future can get a good deal on one of my rings is pretty cool.