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.