Photographing the things my parents have held on to over decades, much of which has gently deteriorated from Hurricane Sandy, helps me find the humor and absurdity in what it would mean to look at their physical objects and in turn their minds while they are still alive. They are baby boomers heading for retirement, and the first generation to grow old after having access to a global market of commercialization and fetishization of physical objects. I write alongside taking these photos while thinking about pre-empting grief and loss and how this generation will be the first of its kind to leave it’s children with houses filled with objects far outside the realm of function.