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My clothes fade and wear with time and as such they are measuring devises of time. My pieces of technology become obsolete even faster. They too then measure time. I se a businessman on the plane with a nokia 7200 and I think - hmmm, state of the art 3 years ago, how are you doing lately? Did you become attached to it or did you not use it enough to wear it out, did you take too much care, not dropping it on the floor. The top of the range gadget, well worn and scratched is a sign of the nonchalance that comes with wealth and technological know how. The same is true for second hand, slightly trashed designer clothes. I see what you brought to the waiting room at gate 23 and I draw my conclusions. Your ensemble of outfit and devises tells me: sales person or innovator, artist or organiser, buyer or maker.
My favorite coat is falling apart at the seams. I cannot bring myself to throw it out. I cannot stop myself from wearing it. It was my mothers when she was very young and now it is mine. Its value increases with each experience it is part of. By now I have replaced every seam, the buttonholes are the next to be redone. When I find the right thread. I remember repairing it as a student, and here I am searching for the right colour thread again. each hour spent adds value, memories, thoughts and more importantly long lasting tangible aids for the memory.
Coffee stains and the smell of smoke are part of the fabric’s capacity for short-term memory. But what if it could do more? Rumble with feedback after the concert or whispering voices after a day spent in the library. The laundry basket as a murmur of barely audible sound, a fading snapshot of the kind of week we had?