*A note for international readers: Goodwill is an American thrift store that sells “gently used merchandise” such as clothing, electronics, furniture and various knick-knacks. It is known for its large, packed floor space and plethora of useless doodads.*
Perched in solitude atop a rickety rocking chair is an unusually wise and expertly aged understanding. It sits like a fine wine in an old corner store ice box. Among discarded holiday decorations and broken beach toys, it watches the treasured past become a prospective buyer’s dusty décor. Retro colored and rust covered relics and decrepit scraps with no color at all line the shelves for aisles and aisles. Shovels are without their pails. Santas are without their ruby red coats and Mrs. Claus is nowhere to be seen. Clothing for men, women, and children hang in every style and color. Nothing matches, yet the same faded shade of lost worth creates a film over everything. The unseen loneliness of the past clings closer than the cobwebs, creeps down the aisles and curls around every customer like a mist- eerie and unavoidable. A caveat for the dangers of commercialism and materialism: nothing lasts forever.