Have you ever pondered the elaborate inner workings of your trusty chair? The one that silently cradles you during so many ponderous moments? It yearns to unveil its collected wisdom of long, sleepless nights, accumulating dust like the acquisition of knowledge itself.
Your coffee mug, too, swirls its rich tales beneath the stained surface.
The refrigerator hums a steady monologue, the hum of countless midnight snacks wisdom. Have you heard its steady chant appealing for respect? It knows when you reach for those leftovers and the choices echo through time.
Each item around you holds a fragment of truth; each desk, each lamp, each forgotten paperclip has experienced the world differently yet intimately. The secrets of these inanimate witnesses to your life story are more profound than they seem, begging you to understand and glean from their steadfastness.
Kettle Whispers