The unloveable objects we own

Once upon a time every thing was valued and was potentially useful for something. It was a much more closely connected society, perhaps because people regarded what they possessed like a personal relationship. They only had a few possessions so they ‘knew’ them better; it was more realistic to consider them and use them wisely than it would be today, where we possess so much ‘stuff’.
In the past we believed things were worth having, worth using, worth repairing and worth sometimes talking to. Through them we let our imagination flow. We let them become alive so that they became our responsibility; each item requiring its ‘owner’ to invest some concern for them.
Humans, by using money to acquire ‘stuff’, do take on the role of guardian, if only by providing each item with housing. Say with a car, we garage it and maintain it and in return it serves us well. It’s as if each ‘thing’, in its own way, puts us to the test, as guardians. In this way objects might arguably have a will of their own, winning us over, becoming indispensible to us, and often in the end becoming a burden to us too.