From tools to rubbish

My mother is moving out to a service flat. As her children we are momentarily emptying her house. It has been a difficult time, realising our mother is ageing. That the maternal house that used to be a kind of a save haven will soon be no more.

Anyway, while cleaning the house and removing so many old things to the containerpark, I am philosophising about the nature of material objects we collect throughout our lives. What does an object mean to us? What is the utilitarian and emotional value of an object? When does it cease to be a useful object to us and end up as 'rubbish'?

My mother 's house is full of objects: kitchen utensils, pots and pans, tablecloths, napkins, cutlery, plates, cups...A few of them may still be useful for one of us but most belong to the category of 'rubbish'. Rubbish can be defined as tools that have lost their use value and their emotional meaning. They may have gone out of fashion, they may be broken, or we may have too many items of the same category. The original emotional associations and meanings surrounding them may have been lost. In all these eventualities objects have lost their value and become pure matter in all its negative aspects. It 's dead matter that occupies scarce space, it annoys and angers us: why did our mother retain these things in the cellar and in the attic? Why didn 't she have them removed?

Rubbish is once useful objects turned into dead matter, objects that decompose into their raw materials. The human energy used to produce and use them has dissipated. Pure raw material is what 's left.

So I am removing wood, metal, wool, cotton, linen, cupper, paper, cardboard and so on out of the house of my mother 's...

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