The Weight of the Object

There was a time when objects were not consumed,​ but chosen.

Their form held meaning.​ Their weight was familiar.​ We remembered where we placed them.​ And they remembered us back.

Now, they arrive in boxes.​ Folded in silence.​ Made to solve a single moment of want.​ A loose cord. A scratched corner. An impulse.

We are surrounded by things that disappear.

I long for a different object.​ One that does not beg for attention,​ but holds it.

Not loud. Not new.​ Just true.​ Built with care, not because it is rare,​ but because it will remain.

To own something permanent is to live alongside it.​ To let it age beside you.​ To feel a kind of quiet devotion​

When it can no longer be mended.

When it breaks,

you do not discard it.​ You mourn it.

I want a design that deserves that.

I want less.

And I want it to mean more.

———​ Industrial Designers International - https://www.linkedin.com/groups/13176226/