Lauren Perry

The space between that upside down wardrobe and that soggy trainer creates conversation between the pair.
Every space between each object creates conversation, the noise is deafening What happened when I left that room? In those 3 days the furniture could speak, hell it could have moved for all I know. I know I would have spoken up, anxiously aware of my own materialism. Where would I end up? Where would they take me? And where the hell has my left foot gone!?
I empathise, I can imagine their fear of the oncoming invisible forces, incapable of defending themselves, feet rooted permanently to the floorboards.