During my more ‘consumerist’ years, I remember arriving home from work to towers of cardboard boxes. Products I had bought to fill that emptiness we all feel when things are no longer satisfying or meaningful. The initial excitement of owning something new was always diligently followed by that toxic cocktail of guilt mixed with disgust. I’d look around my room, now strewn with the severed limbs of cardboard boxes and entrails of packing tape and styrofoam peanuts, and I’d scream on the inside. Continue reading →