Object Life

The trash can looks up at the little stand on which the sponge sits, then looks in front of it where sits a bucket. It's a miserable life.. no means to talk to those of your kind, or anybody for that matter... this life of objects... it's painful. Not to mention the dreadful inside stench of garbage and the toxic talk of the students in class, and the occasional kicks... it isn't easy, being a spectator to your very own life, unable to control anything that surrounds you.. Nobody sees you, nor notices you. Pieces of chalk sit on the floor, waiting for their painful life to end, hoping to get crushed any of the students or teachers.. Oh, how dreadful must it be to wish your life away...

The trash can looks to the right, at the wall on which sits the grand greenboard. Some objects live way better lives than others. It gets to see children grow up to men, entire generations. It's filled with written knowledge and spoken anecdotes.. If it were to be a person it would be charming and intelligent... But the trash can would be severe, a short-tempered person who wouldn't take any joke lightly.

Objects are different to, but they may all get equally good lives in the afterlife, this Object World, a second chance for objects, where they rule over the world. No filthy human can touch this sacred land.