Critical essay on Objects for a Better Future by Tor Brandt
These are the things we cannot own. They are the way you describe the weather, they are the certain calm you feel alone at 2 AM. They are not on Instagram, they can’t be bought. They are all the passing moments you don’t remember. They are how we use time when we do not think about how we are using time. They are in every room, every space we are in, always by our side. Not useless, but not there for a purpose. They are two pink rocks on the floor.