There's been a bit of a marathon going on in our house at Cameley Green. Nothing particularly energetic and no distance covered, but the amount achieved means that Sue in particular deserves a medal (a giant chocolate one?). She has been through our cupboards, drawers and cubby-holes for many, many weeks. All the bits, bobs and stuff of life that we've accumulated over the years has now been classified as: store, take, recycle, sell or dump.
This kind of process is not my forte, but it really is Sue's. And even with her purge diktat of, 'if it's not been used for a year, get rid', we still had a lot of stuff. In some ways I was shocked. We are not really very consumerist and I like to make things last, so to find so many objects whose fate we had to decide has been like a course in decisiveness - one must be brutal!
It reminded me of the Philip K Dick book that inspired the Bladerunner film, where there is talk of 'kipple' filling the world. The urban dictionary explains:
'Kipple... refers to the sinister type of rubbish which simply builds up without any human intervention. Eventually, one day, the entire world will have moved to a state of kipplization.' Find out more about Kipple here ~> *
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My reflection on kipple as we move on to Uganda is that you don't have to be a big shop-aholic consumerist to be connected to stuff. Objects, can and should have a place in our lives, but it's not until you look in your attic that you realise that you are a bit materialistic after all.
I thought 'Kipple' was a type of dry cat food? Was wondering why you had kipple when you only had a dog.
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