Because we need facilities for all the stuff we can’t fit into our living spaces. Because we don’t wish to part with old furniture if it has sentimental value, and also when it doesn’t.
We never know when vinyl records might come in handy again. Or tchotchkes, scrapbooks or old power tools…
…or Hamilton Beach blenders, washing machines, hair dryers and Atari game systems from 1986. We keep our stuff…when we move…and when we don’t. Two-thirds of storage renters have houses.
We tell ourselves we never know when we might relocate. Then again, deep down we know we may already be sitting in the house we will die in.
Sometimes we like to visit our lockups to take inventory of a second life. An alternative future. A possible past.
We keep totems to ward off mortality. Our surplus is fecund. The alternative is the nakedness of austerity. There is no lie you can tell yourself about a life unadorned.
Surplus people, on the other hand…we can tell ourselves all manner of lie about them folks.