© Dan Cutler

In our rich consumers’ civilization we spin cocoons around ourselves and get possessed by our possessions. – Max Lerner

Every spring when I lived in New England, I would dig out all the rocks from my herb garden – sometimes as far down as three or four feet before planting anew. However, when I tended the garden later in the growing season I was always flummoxed when I came across many more rocks in the same beds that I had so painstakingly prepared to be rock-free. Where did these new rocks come from? Were they migrating to my garden from the earth’s core somehow ?

This last move reminded me of those rocks. Try as I might to pack up all my possessions, I kept finding more and more things tucked away in the back of closets, under cabinets, and in the back of drawers. At one point, I started to think that my possessions were defying some law of physics by migrating, too, from another place, multiplying or replicating in some supernatural way.

Model – Lauren DiMarco