I know it makes no sense to describe a car as "forlorn" but no other word seems to fit when it's just about the last one waiting in the parking lot late at night. Something about the way the yellowish street lights bounce off the cold metal, you could just about swear that you can hear it sigh. All these objects exist on our time waiting their turn to serve us. In Seoul, I saw one of my favorite art pieces of all time. It featured a gathering of  household objects gathered around a TV screen "listening" to a lecture that explained that their entire lifespan would be in service to human beings performing repetative tasks. It was one of the most brilliant and weirdly poignant pieces I'd ever seen. And ever since then I see the objects around me differently.
 

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